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.

masking his

Morwenna 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

placed blood-soaked on a tray that Morwenna finally

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

blushed and scurried

Fletcher smirked cunningly.

spoke, "Don't tease

raised an eyebrow

embarrassed yet tiptoeing to

manner left Fletcher shaking

shouldn't get wet for a few days. Should I arrange for someone to stay at Windcharm Villas to look

too impatient to respond, saying, "No need."

nearly on

Windcharm Villas, but she thought maybe she should go and take care of him

her gaze, easy for

like a sly fox

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was easy