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."

work hard and earn my own once

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watched enviously; he too wanted to

game, and now he was being excluded

ensuring Norbert didn't indulge in

He couldn't let the young lad disturb Norbert's rare

quiet old house seemed to come alive

their busy spell, Morwenna helped Norbert back to his room and prepared a foot bath for

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

as she tested the water

to worry about too many things. Let the young ones handle the busy work. The doctor said you need to focus on resting..." Morwenna rambled on, her voice filled with care. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ

was her priority, even more so than Stuart, whom

came to adore Norbert before she

him drift off to sleep before she turned off

carried her newly