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.

that good at masking his pain or

Stuart's control and Fletcher's pity. All she saw was Stuart's wound,

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

home. Now, could you please find a nurse and get

and scurried

Fletcher smirked cunningly.

Stuart spoke, "Don't

eyebrow but said

embarrassed yet tiptoeing to help Stuart dress, careful

Fletcher shaking

the wound shouldn't get wet for a few days. Should I arrange for someone to stay

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

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