How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

The words from Norbert allowed Morwenna to finally relax.

Her biggest fear was disappointing Norbert, but now he reassured her that everything was okay.

Tears still hung on her cheeks, yet she managed a smile.

Norbert handed her a tissue to wipe her tears. “Oh, Wenna, why the tears and laughter? Don’t be too hard on yourself about today. When Adelaide was young, she saved Stuart, but an accident happened which left her injured. Stuart tried to save her because he feared she wouldn’t make it.”

Morwenna stopped crying, her voice still choked up, “So Adelaide was Stuart’s savior.”

This made sense to her. It was like the gratitude Norbert held for her and the kindness she returned to him.

Norbert nodded, “In a way, yes. But the Gallagher family has benefited a lot from Stuart over the years. You could say they’ve nearly repaid their debt. Though Stuart remembers every favor and every slight.”

Curiosity got the better of her. “But, well, Adelaide seems to really like Stuart. Why didn’t you allow them to get married back then?”

Morwenna can still remember Norbert blabbering about Stuart not being able to score a wife. That's when she had the guts to put herself out there, volunteering to tie the knot with Stuart.

Norbert shook his head, “They weren’t a good match. The people around Stuart can’t afford any scheming. Besides, Stuart didn’t like Adelaide.”

Morwenna widened her eyes in confusion. Stuart treated Adelaide better than he did others. Wasn’t that liking?

Norbert chuckled, “Don’t think I’m making excuses for Stuart. He didn’t like her. In fact, he doesn’t like anyone.”

Morwenna nodded thoughtfully.

Stuart was a cold man. Indeed, it must be hard for him to truly like someone.

Norbert continued observing Morwenna, seeing only pure curiosity without any judgment, he sighed internally.

Morwenna wasn’t troubled by the revelation that Stuart didn’t like Adelaide. She preferred to view Stuart as a benefactor rather than a spouse. Being married was too complicated.

“Do you want to divorce Stuart now?” Norbert asked.

Morwenna thought for a moment then shook her head, “If Stuart proposes divorce, I’ll agree. But I won’t initiate it.”

In Morwenna’s upbringing, marriage was sacred, not to be taken lightly.

Norbert breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he agreed the two could divorce, he secretly hoped they would wait.

He believed that given time, Wenna could change Stuart.

Norbert earnestly added, “Alright, as long as you're married, Wenna, you are a rightful chosen wife for Stuart in the Hetfield family. I'll ensure you receive the respect you deserve.”

Morwenna smiled and nodded.

As they were talking, the car stopped.

They had arrived at the old mansion.

Morwenna gazed at the grand house in front of her, amazed, “Norbert, do you live here?”

“Yes. What’s wrong?”

“It’s such a coincidence. I tutor in that smaller house right next door.”

Norbert froze his expression for a moment, “You tutor? How’s that going?”

Morwenna nodded, “It’s going well. The pay is excellent, and the work isn’t tiring.”

Norbert showed a mix of emotions, as if he wanted to say something but then chose not to.

Curious about her surroundings and oblivious to Norbert’s conflicted expression, Morwenna looked around.

As they entered the main gate, a butler promptly greeted them.

Norbert instructed, “Oswald Brown, notify everyone to come home. I have something important to discuss.”