How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

After finishing her modest dinner, Morwenna tidied away the empty takeout containers.

Aside from the two meatballs, they had eaten everything. Nothing went to waste.

She was quite pleased.

The IV had already been prepared, and Fletcher had double-checked it. Opting not to call in a nurse, he washed his hands, donned gloves, and personally administered the injection to Stuart. Morwenna had noticed long ago that Stuart was wary of everyone.

Like this injury, when he was feverish and weak, he refused to let anyone from the Hetfield family know.

It was as if, even though it was just a facade, he had to appear strong in front of those he distrusted.

He was somewhat more open with Norbert, but with Fletcher, it was truly something special.

Every hospital visit, it was always Fletcher who examined him, no other doctors or nurses.

Stuart seemed to particularly trust Fletcher.

As Morwenna thought about this, she didn't count herself in.

She forgot the fact that besides Fletcher, she too was here.

Morwenna saw Stuart frown.

around his wrist, making the veins

about to insert

naturally, "If you don't see it,

she often accompanied Melvin

scared of injections, and that's just what Melvin would do

had covered his eyes that

eyelashes brush against the palm of her hand, making it

needle was quickly in place, and Morwenna

Stuart said nothing.

pretended that

IV dripped steadily

the medication making Stuart sleepy, or Morwenna sitting by his bed, it

drooped

"Morwenna, you should

Vaughn, you go ahead. I'll keep an eye on the IV, and I'll call

today, I can watch over

that Stuart is a grumpy sleeper,

Fletcher

use here; Stuart wouldn't rest comfortably

reluctantly: "Alright then. Thanks,

just sat beside the bed,

bottle was finished, she quickly fetched