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.

Stuart that good at masking his pain or was

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

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

find a nurse and get a new hospital gown? Stuart's a bit of a clean freak. He'd probably rather walk out naked

okay," Morwenna blushed and scurried out of the

Fletcher smirked cunningly.

spoke, "Don't

eyebrow but said

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

Fletcher shaking his head in

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

"No need." Fletcher exaggerated his concern, "How can you manage without help? If the wound gets infected, it could be

this, looked nearly on the verge of tears with

at Windcharm Villas, but she thought maybe she should go and

gaze, easy for anyone

sly fox that had

on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early

always said it was easy to