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.

his wrist, making the veins

to insert the

and covered Stuart's eyes, saying naturally, "If you don't see it, it won't hurt as

years past, she often accompanied Melvin to take care of sick

and that's just

after she had covered his eyes

seemed to blink, and Morwenna felt his eyelashes brush against

place, and Morwenna hurriedly

Stuart said nothing.

that nothing had

steadily into

making Stuart sleepy, or Morwenna sitting by

eyes drooped

should rest now, everything's

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

today, I can

grumpy sleeper, he doesn't like people around when

this, Fletcher understood

was of no use here; Stuart wouldn't rest comfortably with

nodded reluctantly: "Alright then.

sat beside

was finished, she