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 touch at all, not preventing her from fussing

meanwhile, was wondering,

at pretending,

why? They usually didn't part on the best

was there

could have guessed that the seemingly inscrutable Stuart was pondering such trivial

this ruthless tyrant could be thrilled by such a small gesture of

no underlying motives, no hidden schemes. At that moment, he

thought of marriage as a hassle,

to attack

he'd allow a harmless

yet... not so

sitting beside him, the high fever making him delirious,

some

one lowering and the other

quite unexpectedly, their lips

cool and

Morwenna froze.

her eyelashes

eyes seemed

scene in the rearview mirror, faltered