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

that Stuart's vigilance was 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

Stuart settle, Morwenna withdrew

Stuart might move and aggravate his wound, Morwenna decided not

on shoes. Being barefoot meant she could move silently

by the bed, Morwenna watched Stuart, her

Morwenna who treasured every bit she

Melvin had rescued her, urging her to study hard and escape the

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

when 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 kindness, even risking his life to save

that moment, Morwenna wanted to give

tricks that Fletcher and Stuart played on her easily stirred her

bed all night, ensuring Stuart didn't touch his wound and

Morwenna tiptoed downstairs to make some oatmeal and a few basic dishes. This way, breakfast would be ready

left, Stuart woke up. It had been ages since he had slept so soundly. Noticing the creases in the bed where someone had sat, his eyes flickered briefly. A night watch? Quite the

to indifference. After