How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Chapter 134

Morwenna sighed in resignation. There was nothing she could do but let him be.

Norbert’s condition seemed less stable than she had hoped. He had visibly lost weight recently, and his appetite had dwindled despite an increase in his medication.

Morwenna had spoken to the doctor, who had assured her that it was just the progression of a chronic condition and that resting was the best course of action.

Yet, Morwenna couldn't shake her fear of something dire happening to Norbert. She often thought that more frequent check-ups would ease her worries.

Seeing her anxious expression, Norbert, with a gentle smile, said, "Oh, don’t fret, my dear. I’m fine, really. By the way, how are things going with Stuart? Did you two... stay together last night?”

Norbert knew that Stuart was changing; he had even moved back to Hetfield's Homestead after sending Adelaide abroad.

Years ago, during a fierce battle over shares, Norbert had offered Stuart half of his own shares if he would move back to the estate. Stuart had stubbornly refused then, choosing to fight rather than return.

But now, for Morwenna, he had moved back.

Norbert was curious about Morwenna’s feelings, given Stuart’s changing attitudes.

At the mention of Stuart, Morwenna’s focus shifted. She earnestly told Norbert, “I’ve decided not to pursue a divorce. I adore you, Norbert, and Stuart too. I want to stay in the Hetfield family, to make things work with Stuart.”

Norbert’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “You... Wenna, you like that boy?”

With a serious face, Morwenna nodded. “Yes, I do.”

“You’re serious?”

“Absolutely. From today, I’m going to actively pursue him. It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t like me now, who can foretell the future?”

“Wenna, Stuart... well, he’s not exactly the most likable chap. Don’t get too invested.”

Norbert’s emotions were tangled. He had been anxious when Morwenna didn’t care for Stuart; now that she did, he worried she might get hurt.

Morwenna’s smile was innocent as she reassured him, “I think he's quite wonderful, Norbert. Don’t worry, I might not even succeed.”

Norbert glanced at the bloodstain on his sleeve and said nothing more.

Deep down, he secretly hoped that Morwenna and Stuart could build their life together.

Patting Morwenna’s shoulder, Norbert said, “I feel a bit tired. I'll go back to my room and rest some more. If that boy does anything to upset you, let me know. I'll handle him.”

“Sure, get some rest, Norbert.”

As Norbert climbed the stairs to his room, he glanced at the bloodstain on his sleeve, his eyes deep and murky.

He pulled out a deed of share transfer, thought for a moment, and then took out another. He quickly signed both documents and locked them away in the safe.

Downstairs, Morwenna, having nothing else to do, went to the kitchen to prepare the fish, deftly removing the bones.

Having done this once before, she was now more practiced, taking only an hour this time.

She prepared two dishes: a mild one for Norbert and a slightly spicy one for Stuart.

Decked out in her nicest dress and with her hair all done up, Morwenna grabbed her lunchbox and headed for the Hetfield Group's building at five o'clock in the evening. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Recalling her previous unpleasant experience delivering meals, she took a deep breath.

Now, she no longer needed to hide. Stuart didn’t mind acknowledging their marriage and had even accepted her feelings for him.

Morwenna walked straight into the lobby.

“Hello, I’m here to see Stuart Hetfield. Could you tell me what floor he's on?”