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.

her touch at all, not preventing

meanwhile, was wondering,

wasn't good at pretending,

usually didn't part on the best

there

guessed that the seemingly inscrutable Stuart was pondering such trivial

that this ruthless tyrant could be thrilled by such

hidden schemes. At that moment,

usually thought of marriage as a hassle, believing solitude was

a lone wolf, ready to

allow a harmless doe to appear beside

yet... not so

was sitting beside him, the high fever making him delirious,

was some traffic ahead. She looked up

the other

just like that, quite unexpectedly, their

cool and the

Morwenna froze.

blinked, her eyelashes fluttering

eyes seemed even

the scene in the rearview mirror, faltered on the gas