How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Norbert had never expected he'd have to lift a finger again.

For decades, no one dared to boss him around.

Morwenna blinked her large eyes with a playful smirk. "You don't know how to do it, Norbert? Need me to show you?"

Norbert crouched down and began pulling weeds. "I know how..."

Morwenna wasn't really looking for Norbert to do anything specific; she just felt that seeing him sitting there alone, engulfed in silence, was too melancholic. It reminded her of the stillness that comes with age. She hoped to inject some liveliness and joy into his days.

Together, Morwenna and Norbert were busy at work.

Norbert felt genuinely better, leaning in to whisper, "Wenna, how are things going with Stuart? Have you caught his eye yet?"

At the mention of Stuart, a joyful smile crept up Morwenna's face. "Not yet, but I think there's hope. He ate the dinner I made him and even bought me some new clothes and a phone. But he's so wealthy, Norbert, do you think I might be out of his league?"

"You're absolutely his match, Wenna! And if you need money, I've got plenty. It's all yours."

want your money, that's not what I mean. I'll work hard and earn my own

I didn't

he too wanted

out of the last slingshot game, and now he

been diligently ensuring Norbert didn't

away by Oswald. He couldn't let the young lad disturb

quiet old house seemed to come alive with Morwenna's

back to his

"A little activity and a foot soak should help you sleep

watched as she tested the water

the busy work. The doctor said you need to focus on resting..." Morwenna rambled

was her priority, even more so than Stuart, whom

Norbert

emptied the basin and watched him

carried her newly