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 was

she saw was Stuart's wound, feeling almost more pain

placed blood-soaked on a tray that Morwenna finally let out a long sigh of

nurse and get a new hospital gown?

blushed and scurried out of

Fletcher smirked cunningly.

spoke,

eyebrow but

embarrassed yet tiptoeing

left Fletcher shaking his

tomorrow to change your dressing. Remember, the wound shouldn't get wet for a few days. Should I arrange for someone to stay

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

nearly on the verge

but she thought maybe

obvious from her gaze, easy for anyone

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

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