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.

resist her

meanwhile, was wondering,

wasn't good at pretending, which meant

They usually didn't part on the best

there genuine

guessed that the seemingly inscrutable Stuart was pondering

be thrilled

hidden schemes. At that moment, he even thought that marrying Morwenna might not be such a

marriage as a

a lone wolf, ready to attack anyone

a harmless doe to appear

yet... not so bothersome

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

there was some

heads, one lowering and the

just like that, quite unexpectedly, their lips

cool and the heat

Morwenna froze.

eyelashes fluttering

eyes seemed

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