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.

out a sigh of

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

Morwenna withdrew her

decided not to sleep and

putting on shoes. Being barefoot meant she could move silently on the

by the bed, Morwenna watched Stuart, her

a rare commodity for Morwenna

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

a place at the prestigious

man she had never met, Stuart, she agreed,

to give him everything good she

and

night, ensuring Stuart didn't touch his wound and that

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

ages since he had slept so soundly. Noticing the creases in the bed where someone had sat,

indifference. After