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 sigh of

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.

Stuart settle, Morwenna withdrew her

not to sleep

Being barefoot meant

the bed, Morwenna watched Stuart, her gaze growing

rare commodity for Morwenna who treasured every bit she

ago, Melvin had rescued her, urging her to study

a place at 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

wanted to give him

The tricks that Fletcher and Stuart played

all night, ensuring Stuart didn't touch

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

Noticing the creases in the bed where someone had sat, his eyes flickered briefly. A night watch?

to indifference. After all,