How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

At that moment, Morwenna couldn't care less about Stuart's thoughts. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

She touched his forehead; it was scorching.

If this continued, she feared Stuart would be delirious with fever.

In a rush, Morwenna urged, "Orson, can you speed up?"

Orson glanced through the rearview mirror, his face puzzled. "Is Mr. Hetfield ill?”

The others, aware of Stuart's temperament, probably wouldn't mention his sickness even if they noticed, but Orson was blissfully oblivious.

Morwenna thought no wonder Orson didn't fancy shadowing Stuart; being close to him would've proved a hazardous job.

Seeing that Stuart seemed not to be upset, she casually responded, "Yes, he's got a fever. Please, faster."

Taking her words to heart, Orson pressed on the accelerator, and the car sped forward.

Every so often, Morwenna couldn't help but check Stuart's temperature with her hand.

Although she knew it wasn't much help, it was something she felt compelled to do.

fever must be very high, as Stuart didn't resist her touch at all, not preventing her from fussing

was wondering, was this

at pretending,

usually didn't part on the

was there genuine

seemingly inscrutable

could be thrilled by such a

Stuart was sure this concern had no underlying motives, no hidden schemes. At that moment, he even thought that marrying Morwenna might not be

usually thought of marriage as a hassle, believing solitude

to attack anyone who

a harmless doe

not

beside him, the high fever making him delirious, he unconsciously leaned closer.

completely unaware, was anxious; there was some traffic ahead. She

heads, one lowering and the other

quite

cool and the

Morwenna froze.

blinked, her eyelashes

eyes seemed even

scene in the rearview mirror, faltered on