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.

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

meanwhile, was wondering, was this genuine

good at pretending, which meant it was

didn't part on the

was there

one could have guessed that the seemingly inscrutable

this ruthless tyrant could be thrilled

motives, no hidden schemes. At that moment, he even thought that marrying

usually thought of marriage as a

ready to attack anyone

a harmless doe

was noisy, yet... not so bothersome

high fever making him delirious, he unconsciously leaned closer.

there was some traffic ahead. She looked up at

lowering and the other raising, came

quite

and the heat

Morwenna froze.

eyelashes fluttering in

eyes seemed

catching the scene in the