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.

that good at masking his pain or was Morwenna just

Stuart's control and Fletcher's pity. All she saw was

blood-soaked on a tray

the staring? You can look at Stuart's naked body at home. Now, could you please find a nurse and get a

and

Fletcher smirked cunningly.

spoke,

raised an eyebrow but said

quickly returned with the hospital gown, visibly embarrassed yet tiptoeing to help Stuart dress, careful

Fletcher shaking his head

your dressing. Remember, the wound shouldn't get wet for a few days. Should

"No need." Fletcher exaggerated his concern, "How can you

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