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."

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

time they came home from

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

void, embodying the

radiant smile, Morwenna declared, "Alright

be shy, dig in. You're all friends of Wenna here." The level of favoritism Morwenna enjoyed from the Hetfield family left everyone, especially Dahlia and

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since Morwenna moved into the manor, Norbert had

finding joy

Manor felt alive with Morwenna's

Keegan and Orson stood in

known for his steady nature, had been tasked with looking

inform Mr. Hetfield