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."

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

I didn't see

watched enviously; he

of the last slingshot game, and now he was being excluded

ensuring Norbert didn't indulge in

away by Oswald. He couldn't let the young lad disturb Norbert's rare moment of

house seemed to come alive with

Morwenna helped Norbert back to his room and prepared a foot

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

watched as she

things. Let the young ones handle the busy work. The doctor said you need to focus on resting..." Morwenna rambled on, her voice

priority, even more so than Stuart, whom she

to adore Norbert before

him drift off to

carried her newly bought clothes