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

any slight noise or presence could wake him. But here he was still sleeping even with someone

Morwenna

not to sleep and instead sat by the bed to watch

bother putting on shoes. Being barefoot meant she

quietly by the bed, Morwenna watched Stuart, her gaze

for Morwenna

her, urging her to study

had thrown herself into her studies, earning a place at the prestigious Rosefrost

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,

give him everything

was naive. The tricks that Fletcher and Stuart played on her easily

Stuart

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

soundly. Noticing

indifference. After all, it didn't really