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.

at masking his pain or

to Stuart's control and Fletcher's pity. All she saw was Stuart's wound, feeling almost more pain than if the injury were on her

removed and placed blood-soaked on

could you please find a nurse and get a new hospital gown? Stuart's a bit of a

okay," Morwenna blushed and scurried out

Fletcher smirked cunningly.

spoke,

raised an eyebrow but said

tiptoeing to help Stuart dress, careful not to touch his

Fletcher shaking his head in

Windcharm Villas tomorrow to change your dressing. Remember, the wound shouldn't get wet for a few days. Should I arrange for someone to

the hospital unless absolutely necessary, seemed too impatient to respond, saying, "No need." Fletcher exaggerated his concern, "How can you manage

this, looked nearly on the verge of

at Windcharm Villas, but she

her gaze,

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