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.

Stuart that good at masking his pain or

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

on a

at home. Now, could you please find a nurse and get a new hospital

Morwenna blushed and scurried out

Fletcher smirked cunningly.

spoke,

raised an eyebrow

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

manner left Fletcher shaking his head in

come to Windcharm Villas tomorrow to change your dressing. Remember, the wound shouldn't get

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

overhearing this, looked nearly on the verge of tears

she thought maybe she should go and take care of him

obvious from her gaze, easy for anyone

was smiling softly, like a sly fox that had just pulled off

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