How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Stuart's injury was on his back, so he lay on his side facing away from Morwenna.

In fact, even before Morwenna entered the room, Stuart was just lying there with his eyes closed, not really asleep.

It was only when Morwenna showed up that his breathing finally evened out.

Under the cloak of night, the antique wall clock in the room ticked away, each second echoing as if it would last forever.

After a while, weighed down by fatigue, Morwenna started to drift off to sleep, but just as she was about to close her eyes, Stuart moved slightly, as if trying to turn over.

Morwenna was instantly awake, aware that turning could hurt his wound.

Barefoot, she hurried off the couch and rushed over, gently holding Stuart's shoulder to stop him.

She held her breath, careful not to wake him, knowing well that Stuart was always on high alert and easily roused.

As she pressed against him, her face was a portrait of tension.

Stuart didn't manage to turn over and didn't try further, continuing to sleep on his side.

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more severe than she thought. Normally, any slight noise or presence could wake him. But here he was still sleeping even with someone moving

Morwenna withdrew

decided not to sleep and instead sat

on shoes. Being barefoot meant she could move silently

quietly by the bed, Morwenna

commodity for Morwenna who treasured every

study

had thrown herself into her studies, earning a place at the prestigious Rosefrost University, determined

decades asked her to marry a man she had never met, Stuart, she agreed, wanting to make Norbert happy. Now, Stuart had shown her kindness, even risking his

moment, Morwenna wanted to give him

and Stuart played on her easily

ensuring Stuart didn't touch his wound and that he slept

the crack of dawn, Morwenna tiptoed downstairs to make some oatmeal and a few basic dishes. This

Morwenna left, Stuart woke up. It had been ages since he had slept so soundly. Noticing the

indifference. After all, it