Morwenna didn't catch the look Norbert was giving her.
After shutting the large safe, Norbert proceeded to open the smaller one.
The smaller safe seemed almost empty, housing just a few documents.
Without taking anything out, Norbert began, âInside here, weâve got your marriage certificate with Stuart, along with the deed to the Windcharm Villas and Hetfield's Homestead properties, among a few other things. Since you insist on not wanting anything, I'd like you to have these.â
This time, before Morwenna could refuse, Norbert earnestly said, âWenna, you canât refuse these. The Windcharm Villas is Stuartâs favorite retreat. It might become your cozy nest in the future. You must keep it. And Hetfield's Homestead, well, Iâm giving it to you out of a personal wish. Youâve seen the state of the Hetfield clan; not a single one of them truly values the family legacy. If I were to leave the homestead to any of them, theyâd sell it off the moment Iâm gone. I want to leave something behind.â
Hearing the word 'gone' made Morwenna anxious, and she quickly responded, âNorbert, you promised youâd take good care of yourself. Youâre going to live a long, healthy life.â
Norbert gave a carefree laugh, âEven if I live to a hundred, that's only twenty more years to go. Iâm not saying something will happen now, just got to thinking and wanted you to have it. You donât need to take it now, but at least keep the key to this small safe, for my peace of mind.â
With Norbert insisting, Morwenna finally accepted the key.
She thought the valuable items were in the larger safe, so holding onto this smaller safeâs key shouldnât be an issue.
Seeing Morwenna securely pocketing the key, Norbert smiled, âAlright, off to bed with you. You have school in the morning.â
Morwenna obediently returned to her room.
Once there, she found Stuart with a stormy expression, lying on the bed.
As she approached him, Stuart remained unresponsive.
After Morwenna finished her nighttime routine and lay down, Stuart still wasnât speaking to her.
This time, Stuart wasnât lashing out with his typical biting remarks or storming off with a scowl. His silent treatment was his way of showing Morwenna he was upset.
After brushing her teeth, Morwenna's voice was sweet, almost as if flavored with peach toothpaste, âStuart, please donât be mad.â
How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband ï¤Chapter 230 My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace Stuart remained cold, âWhy would I be mad? Itâs not like I canât even take you to school.â
Morwenna tugged at Stuartâs sleeve.
He didn't budge.
She tugged again, her voice soft and pleading, âSir.â
Her speech was nasal, almost whiny, as if she was coaxing him.
Stuart couldnât keep up his ignoring act.
Morwenna, looking down, added, âSir, there are so many people trying to get close to you. I donât want my classmates bothering me because of you.â
Stuart thought it over. Morwenna being away at school and out of his sight could mean trouble from unpredictable quarters, even beyond his control.
And his presence might indeed draw envy, leading to hurtful gossip about Morwenna, suggesting she was only with him for his wealth.
This was the first time Stuart considered things from someone elseâs perspective.
He sighed internally, relenting, âFine, I wonât take you. And Iâm not mad. Letâs get some sleep.â
Morwenna found Stuart to be unusually agreeable and rational.
She broke into a grateful smile, leaning in to peck him on the cheek, cheerfully saying, âThank you, Sir!â
A smile involuntarily crept across Stuartâs face.
This was the first time Morwenna had initiated a kiss while fully awake.
If Fletcher and his friends were here, theyâd surely make fun of him for grinning like an idiot.
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