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

was oblivious 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

shards of glass were removed and placed blood-soaked on a

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

Morwenna blushed and scurried

Fletcher smirked cunningly.

spoke,

an eyebrow but

visibly embarrassed yet tiptoeing to help

delicate manner left Fletcher

your dressing. Remember, the wound shouldn't get wet for

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

on the

she

was obvious from her gaze, easy for anyone

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

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was easy