How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Morwenna once made Norbert a slingshot, and whenever she had some free time, she'd take him out to play with it to help him digest after a hearty meal.

Norbert seemed to have passed all his childhood delights to Morwenna. The young and the old were in the backyard, aiming at autumn leaves.

Orson watched by the side, a hint of envy in his eyes. He wished he had a slingshot, too.

They played for a while.

Quite a few leaves had fallen.

With a radiant smile, Morwenna said, "Norbert, how about that? Do you feel more limber after moving around a bit? We can't just sit around all day. No matter how busy we are, we need some activity. I also learned a new neck and shoulder massage technique. Want to have a try?"

"Of course, I want to try," Norbert replied.

Morwenna began massaging Norbert's shoulders.

The other Hetfields saw it and scoffed internally, though they didn't say anything outwardly.

Such an effort to please Norbert must be her way of getting a piece of the Hetfield pie.

Yara was irked and pinched her daughter in frustration. "See that? Learn something. I've been raising you all for nothing. You can't even curry favor properly. That's your grandpa. And you're outshone by an outsider."

their attempts to cozy up never

a granddaughter ever surpass

was oblivious to her daughters'

Yara pinched her

well aware of the family's cold shoulder towards her, but she didn't

indifferent to their

Norbert was kind to her, she

temporarily ignored Stuart, who had already gone

asleep or

to bed, late to get up, and still yawning throughout the day. It was

the brain

for

short staircase felt like a trek through a

with Stuart made

night doubled

reflection, Stuart hadn't wronged her. He had helped her, saved her, and

faced with choices, Stuart

Adelaide had saved Stuart, and Adelaide was his benefactor. She couldn't overcome

alone, Morwenna feared