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.

a sigh of

or presence could wake him. But here he was still sleeping even with

Stuart settle, Morwenna

might move and aggravate his wound, Morwenna decided not

Being barefoot meant she

quietly by the bed, Morwenna watched

was a rare commodity for Morwenna who

Melvin had rescued her, urging her to study

herself into her studies, earning a place at the prestigious Rosefrost University, determined not

Norbert who had supported children from the mountains for decades asked her to marry a man she had never met, Stuart, she agreed, wanting to make Norbert happy. Now, Stuart had shown her

moment, Morwenna wanted to give him

that Fletcher and

ensuring Stuart didn't touch his wound

a few basic dishes. This way, breakfast would be ready and waiting when

ages since he had slept so soundly. Noticing the creases in

slowly returned to indifference. After all, it