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

could wake him. But here he was still sleeping even with someone moving around him and touching him. It was something unbelievable

settle, Morwenna

might move and aggravate his wound, Morwenna decided not to sleep and instead sat by the bed to

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

quietly by the bed, Morwenna watched Stuart, her gaze growing

a rare commodity for Morwenna who

to study hard and escape the

her studies, earning a place

a man she had never met, Stuart, she agreed,

that moment, Morwenna wanted to give him everything good she

that Fletcher and Stuart played on her

night, ensuring Stuart

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

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

returned to indifference. After all, it didn't