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.

let out a

more severe than she thought. Normally, any slight noise or presence could wake him. But here he was still sleeping even with someone moving around him and touching him. It was something unbelievable if

Morwenna

Stuart might move and aggravate his wound, Morwenna decided not to sleep and instead sat

putting on shoes. Being barefoot meant

bed, Morwenna watched Stuart, her gaze growing

Morwenna who treasured every bit she

her to study hard and escape the confines of

place at the prestigious Rosefrost University,

the mountains for decades asked her to marry a man she had never met, Stuart, she agreed, wanting to make

Morwenna wanted to give him

and Stuart played on her easily

ensuring Stuart

few basic

soundly. Noticing the creases in the bed where someone had sat, his eyes flickered

returned to indifference. After all,