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.

be very high, as Stuart didn't resist her touch at

was wondering, was this

pretending, which meant it

why? They usually didn't part on

there genuine

that the seemingly

ruthless tyrant could be thrilled

was sure this concern had no underlying motives, no hidden schemes. At that moment, he even

as

to attack anyone who trespassed

a

was noisy, yet... not so

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

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

heads, one lowering and the other raising, came close

quite

and

Morwenna froze.

blinked, her eyelashes fluttering

seemed even

the scene in the rearview mirror, faltered