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

meanwhile, was wondering,

good at pretending, which meant

usually didn't

there genuine

seemingly inscrutable Stuart was pondering

imagine that this ruthless tyrant could be thrilled by such

concern had no underlying motives, no hidden schemes. At that moment, he even thought

marriage as a hassle, believing

lone wolf, ready to attack anyone who trespassed his

he'd allow a harmless doe

yet... not so bothersome after

sitting beside him, the high fever making him

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

lowering and the other

quite

and the

Morwenna froze.

her eyelashes

seemed even

catching the scene in the rearview