How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Keira's nerves got the better of her, and she responded with a deep bow that seemed straight out of a period drama.

Norbert, contrary to the terrifying figure they'd all imagined, greeted them with a warm smile, "You're all friends of Wenna, make yourselves at home. Orson, why aren't you helping them with their stuff?" Following Norbert into the grand family home, they were all a bit stunned.

To think, where even relatives bearing expensive gifts hesitated to tread, they entered the Hetfield Manor, arms laden with nothing more than simple groceries, without a second thought. Imagine trying to explain this back home. No one would believe it.

And Norbert Hetfield? He was nothing like the ominous figure they'd been warned about.

Pulling Morwenna aside, Norbert asked Oswald with palpable excitement, "Is dinner ready? Wenna's friends are here."

Oswald darted around, getting things in order, "All set, sir. Dinner will be served shortly."

Three chefs bustled in the kitchen, and soon, a feast was laid out on the table.

Morwenna sighed, "Norbert Hetfield, we can't possibly eat all of this."

her, "No worries. If there's too much, we'll all share. It's not every day we have Wenna home from college.

remembered her high school friends often joking about how their parents would 'fatten them up' like pigs every time they came home from boarding school. A common and mundane complaint, yet Morwenna had always listened

had no real home. No one to welcome her back from school

filled that void, embodying the

a radiant smile, Morwenna declared, "Alright

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