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 Morwenna

Fletcher's pity. All she saw was Stuart's wound, feeling almost more pain than if the injury were

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

teased, "Mrs. Hetfield, what's with 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 of a clean freak. He'd probably rather walk out naked than

and scurried out of the

Fletcher smirked cunningly.

spoke,

raised an eyebrow

visibly embarrassed yet tiptoeing to

delicate manner left Fletcher shaking his head

Remember, the wound shouldn't get wet

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

overhearing this, looked nearly on the verge

but she thought

was obvious from her gaze, easy for anyone to

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

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