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

oblivious to Stuart's control and Fletcher's pity. All she saw was Stuart's wound, feeling almost

wasn't until the shards of glass were removed and placed blood-soaked on a tray that Morwenna finally let

could you please find a nurse and get a new hospital gown? Stuart's a bit of a clean freak. He'd

blushed and scurried

Fletcher smirked cunningly.

spoke, "Don't

eyebrow but

returned with the hospital gown, visibly embarrassed yet tiptoeing to

delicate manner left Fletcher shaking his head in

shouldn't get wet for a few days. Should I arrange for someone to stay at Windcharm

saying, "No need." Fletcher exaggerated his concern, "How can you manage without help? If the wound gets infected, it

overhearing this, looked nearly on the verge of tears

knew Stuart disliked anyone staying at Windcharm Villas, but she thought maybe she

obvious from her gaze, easy for anyone

like a sly fox that had just

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