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

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

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

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

blushed and scurried

Fletcher smirked cunningly.

spoke, "Don't

raised an eyebrow but said

gown, visibly embarrassed yet tiptoeing to help Stuart dress, careful not to

manner left Fletcher shaking his head

way, 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 I arrange for someone

to stay in the hospital unless absolutely necessary, seemed too impatient to respond, saying, "No need." Fletcher exaggerated his concern,

this, looked nearly on the verge

anyone staying at Windcharm Villas, but she thought maybe she should go

from her gaze, easy for

smiling softly, like a sly fox that had

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