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."

Norbert, ever the host, assured her, "No worries. If there's too much, we'll all share. It's not every day we have Wenna home from college. We've got to make sure she eats well." Morwenna was momentarily taken aback.

She 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 with a tinge of envy.

After Melvin passed away, she felt as though she had no real home. No one to welcome her back from school breaks, no one to return to.

Norbert had filled that void, embodying the familial warmth Morwenna longed for.

With a radiant smile, Morwenna declared, "Alright then, I'll make sure to eat plenty."

Norbert, focusing more on serving Morwenna than eating himself, encouraged everyone, "Don't 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 the others, utterly speechless.

Morwenna chatted away about her college life, and Norbert listened with genuine interest.

Ever since Morwenna moved into the manor, Norbert had gladly broken the rule of silent meals.

He enjoyed her stories, finding joy in her happiness.

The usually somber Hetfield Manor felt alive with Morwenna's return.

Outside, Keegan and Orson stood in the courtyard.

Keegan, known for his steady nature, had been tasked with looking after the elder Hetfield.

Orson pondered, "Shouldn't we inform Mr. Hetfield about Mrs. Hetfield's return?"

Keegan shook his head, "No need. Neither Morwenna nor the elder has mentioned it. Mr. Hetfield's busy; he'll be back tonight."

Orson made a face but said nothing.

As they watched the lively scene unfold, Keegan remarked to Orson, "With Miss Morwenna's return, this once lifeless manor feels rejuvenated. It's no wonder Mr. Hetfield holds her in such high regard." Orson, however, was hardly listening. He was already sneaking off.

By the time Keegan noticed, Orson was well on his way out.

Keegan frowned, "Where do you think you're going? Get back here before you stir up trouble..."

But Orson didn't heed his brother's warning and broke into a sprint.

Once out of sight, he whipped out his phone and dialed Mr. Hetfield's number.