How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Stuart had been through this kind of minor scrapes more times than he could count. But there was Morwenna, visibly distressed on the sidelines, unable to contain her worry as she said to Fletcher, "Be careful

He's lost a lot of blood."

"Don't worry, it's just superficial. A bit of blood is no big deal," Fletcher reassured her.

"But even superficial wounds hurt!"

Fletcher paused for a moment.

Was Stuart afraid of pain?

To Stuart, toughness was a virtue, both towards others and himself.

In their world, the end always justified the means. Discomfort was irrelevant.

Here was Morwenna, worried about Stuart feeling pain.

Fletcher found himself at a loss for words.

his pain or was

to Stuart's control and Fletcher's pity. All she saw was Stuart's wound, feeling almost more pain than if the

were removed and placed blood-soaked on a tray that Morwenna finally let

please find a nurse and get a new hospital gown? Stuart's a bit of a clean freak. He'd probably rather walk out naked than wear that bloody shirt

and scurried out of

Fletcher smirked cunningly.

Stuart spoke,

an eyebrow

tiptoeing to help Stuart

delicate manner left Fletcher

the way, Fletcher offered, "Stuart, I'll come to Windcharm Villas tomorrow to change your dressing. Remember, the wound shouldn't get wet for a few days. Should I arrange for someone to stay at

the hospital unless absolutely necessary, seemed too impatient to respond, saying, "No need." Fletcher exaggerated his concern,

this, looked nearly on

Windcharm Villas, but she thought maybe she should go and take care of him

her gaze, easy for

fox that had just pulled off a

website on

had always said it was easy to make a woman