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.

must be very high, as Stuart didn't resist her touch at all, not preventing

meanwhile, was wondering,

good at pretending, which meant it

They usually didn't

there genuine

that the seemingly inscrutable Stuart

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

that moment, he even thought that marrying Morwenna might

marriage as a hassle, believing

a lone wolf, ready to attack anyone who trespassed his

allow a

yet... not so bothersome

who was sitting beside him, the high fever making him delirious, he unconsciously leaned closer.

unaware, was anxious; there was some

lowering and the other raising,

that, quite unexpectedly, their

and the heat

Morwenna froze.

her eyelashes

eyes seemed even

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