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.

wrist, making the veins on the back of his hand appear

was about to

covered Stuart's eyes, saying naturally, "If you don't see

she often accompanied Melvin to take care

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

she had covered his

seemed to blink, and Morwenna felt his eyelashes brush against the

quickly in place, and Morwenna

Stuart said nothing.

pretended that

steadily

the medication making Stuart sleepy, or Morwenna

eyes drooped with

"Morwenna, you should

keep an eye on the IV,

today, I can

said, "It's just that Stuart is a grumpy sleeper, he

Fletcher understood

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

nodded reluctantly: "Alright then.

her head and just sat beside the bed, watching the IV

she quickly fetched Fletcher for