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.

good at masking his pain or

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

glass were removed and placed blood-soaked on

what's with the staring? You can look at Stuart's naked body at home. Now, could you 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

Morwenna blushed and scurried out

Fletcher smirked cunningly.

spoke, "Don't

an eyebrow but

visibly embarrassed yet tiptoeing to help

manner left Fletcher shaking his head in

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

the hospital unless absolutely necessary, seemed too impatient to respond, saying, "No need." Fletcher exaggerated his concern, "How can you manage without help? If

looked nearly on the verge

but she thought maybe she should go and take care of him

was obvious from her gaze, easy

like a sly fox that had just pulled off

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