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."

hard and earn my own once I graduate. Oh! Norbert, you've pulled out my baby spinach,

dear, I

watched enviously; he too wanted

was left out of the last slingshot game, and now he

had been diligently ensuring Norbert didn't

Oswald. He couldn't let the young lad

to come alive

spell, Morwenna helped Norbert back to his room and prepared

and soothing. "A little activity and a foot soak

she tested the water

to focus on resting..." Morwenna rambled on, her voice filled with care. sᴇaʀᴄh

even more so than Stuart, whom she

adore Norbert before

the basin and watched him drift off to sleep

newly bought clothes