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.

high, as Stuart didn't resist her touch at all, not preventing her from

was wondering, was

wasn't good at pretending, which meant

why? They usually didn't part on

there genuine

that the seemingly inscrutable Stuart was pondering

that this ruthless tyrant could be thrilled by

sure this concern had no underlying motives, no hidden schemes. At that moment, he

of marriage as a hassle, believing solitude

lone wolf, ready to attack anyone

he'd allow a harmless doe to appear

not so bothersome

was sitting beside him, the high fever making

anxious; there was some

the other raising,

quite unexpectedly, their

cool and the heat

Morwenna froze.

eyelashes fluttering in

eyes seemed

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