How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

She had poured her heart and soul into Stuart, and his adoration was rightfully hers! The mere thought of receiving such tender care from Stuart filled her with dreams of bliss.

Adelaide retreated to the music room, and soon the air was filled with the melodious strains of the piano, weaving a narrative of her grace and nobility. Alas, the grand mansion stood silent, with no audience to appreciate.

After dinner, Morwenna was determined to get down from Stuart's lap and insisted on joining Grandpa. With no way to stop her, Stuart could only sigh, help Morwenna into her shoes, and caution her to tread carefully.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Morwenna led Norbert Hetfield towards the couch, animatedly recounting her school adventures.

"Norbert Hetfield, let me tell you, I was awesome today. I spoke as a representative for the newcomers and even performed in the drama club. Plus, I submitted a fantasy novel and it got accepted! The protagonist is named Norbert Hetfield, ha! Yes, after you, Norbert Hetfield. It's about your adventures when you were younger. I'll show you the first chapter soon!"

"Norbert Hetfield, I'm on a hunt for your hidden whiskey, I know you've stashed some around the house. I've always been a master at finding things, you can't hide them from me. Watch, I'll find them all."

"Norbert Hetfield, my English has improved so much, there are so many books at school..."

Morwenna managed to uncover five bottles of whiskey around the mansion, much to her delight, all unopened and untouched. Indeed, Norbert hadn't partaken. Their game of hide and seek with the bottles was a shared joy, one hiding, the other seeking.

Morwenna felt, upon this return, that

Norbert Hetfield seemed much more spirited. Previously, he had

withdrawn, not wanting Morwenna to notice his declining health and worry. But now, sensing his time was limited, he cherished every moment with her, fearing he might not last until her next visit.

At that moment, grandfather and granddaughter, along with Orson, were enjoying themselves in the vast yard, playing with slingshots Keegan, watching his brother's anties, couldn't help but comment, "Orson, stop grinning like a fool."

Orson retorted with feigned indignation, "Oh, Keegan, what do you know? It's rare for me to play with Grandpa. You're just jealous because you don't get to join in."

Keegan remained silent, his

attention inadvertently caught by Miss Morwenna's remarkable aim, The target moved farther back, and they even hung a peanut on a string from a tree. Miss Morwenna hit it effortlessly, showcasing her incredible precision.

Keegan's expression grew serious, realizing that even their trained sharpshooters might not match her skill. Orson sneaked a glance at his elder brother, his gaze saying, "I told you, you're just jealous."

Stuart, standing a little way off, watched Morwenna with a gentle smile. Wherever Morwenna was, there seemed to be vitality and life.

Just then, Stuart's phone rang. Upon answering, his previously gentle demeanor turned steely, his eyes narrowing as he said, "Who's trying to make Morwenna drop out?"

Whatever the response, it prompted a cold laugh from Stuart, "Well, the Roberts family sure is bold!"