How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

“Looks like you're regretting it now, huh?" thought Norbert.

Norbert couldn’t care less whether Stuart was happy or not; he just grabbed Morwenna's arm and started walking. "Wenna, come upstairs with me for a bit. I've got something I need to discuss with you."

Stuart instinctively tried to follow.

Norbert turned around and said, "I have something to discuss with Wenna alone. No one else can tag along."

Stuart frowned but stopped in his tracks.

Yara’s daughters all looked worried.

Being taken aside for a private talk – what could that mean?

Could it be that Morwenna was about to receive yet another favor?

Their curiosity was piqued, but with Norbert’s word as law, no one dared to object.

Even Stuart, with a gloomy expression, did not go up.

Norbert led Morwenna to his room.

His room was familiar to Morwenna; she had been there many times.

But this time, Norbert took Morwenna into a small study within his room.

Anyone could enter the main study, but his private study was always locked and off-limits to outsiders – even Stuart had never been inside.

Morwenna was unaware of this detail. She looked curiously at the various documents and collections inside. With two safes, one big one small, it was clear that the stuff in this study was pretty valuable.

Morwenna just glanced around with curiosity but didn’t linger. Regardless of the value of these items, they belonged to Norbert.

Morwenna never intended to gain any advantage from Norbert, so her reaction to these treasures was merely one of curiosity and nothing more.

Her eyes were clear and bright. “Norbert, did you want to talk to me about something?”

“Wenna, take a seat first,” Norbert said.

Morwenna obediently sat down.

Norbert entered a code and turned a key to open the larger safe. He spoke with a serious tone, “Wenna, in this larger safe are documents for properties across the country, alongside some valuable antiques, paintings, and jewelry collections. I want to give these to you.”

Morwenna stood up abruptly.

Without a second thought, she refused, “Norbert, I don’t need these. Please, don’t worry about me. I will strive to live well on my own. You don’t need to prepare anything for me.”

To Morwenna, coming from a modest background, the value of these items was unmistakably high.

She couldn’t accept them, nor did she want to.

Norbert raised his hand to stop her, continuing, “Wenna, I’m getting on in years. These things are just material possessions to me. If I don’t give them to you, I’ll just end up giving them to someone

else. I’m not testing you; I genuinely hope you’ll accept them.”

Morwenna was touched, yet she still refused, “Norbert, I’ve already received so much from you. All I wish for is your health. I don’t desire anything else. Please, divide these things among the other members of the Hetfield family.” NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

There were many in the Hetfield family who shared blood ties with Norbert.

She had received Norbert's care and felt the warmth of a family from him. She had come to repay a favor and what she had received was already more than enough. Accepting these items would only bring her guilt.

Norbert looked earnestly into Morwenna's eyes, recognizing her genuine refusal.

Norbert slowly closed the safe door.

He saw that Morwenna not only showed no regret but actually seemed relieved.

The expression in his eyes was a mix of heavy sighing and satisfaction.

Since she wouldn’t choose these, perhaps the other option would suit her well!