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 all, not preventing her from

meanwhile, was wondering, was

good at pretending, which

why? They usually didn't part on the

there genuine

guessed that the seemingly inscrutable

imagine that this ruthless tyrant could be thrilled

At that moment, he even thought that marrying Morwenna

usually thought of marriage as a hassle,

ready to attack anyone who trespassed

imagined he'd allow a harmless

not so bothersome

the high fever making him

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

lowering and the other raising, came

that, quite unexpectedly, their lips

and

Morwenna froze.

her eyelashes

seemed

that moment, Orson, catching the scene in the rearview mirror, faltered