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 Morwenna just too

she saw was Stuart's wound, feeling almost more

the shards of glass were removed and placed blood-soaked on a tray that Morwenna finally let out

could you please find a nurse and get a new hospital

Morwenna blushed and scurried out

Fletcher smirked cunningly.

Stuart spoke, "Don't

raised an eyebrow but said

returned with the hospital gown, visibly embarrassed yet tiptoeing to help Stuart dress, careful not to touch

delicate manner left Fletcher

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

stay in the hospital unless absolutely necessary, seemed too impatient to respond, saying, "No need." Fletcher exaggerated his concern, "How can you manage without help? If the wound gets infected, it could be

nearly on the verge of tears

but she thought maybe she

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