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

about to insert the

Stuart's eyes, saying naturally, "If

Melvin to take

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

only occurred to Morwenna after she had covered his eyes

blink, and Morwenna felt his eyelashes brush against the palm of

place, and Morwenna

Stuart said nothing.

that nothing

IV dripped steadily into Stuart's

the medication making Stuart sleepy, or Morwenna

eyes drooped with

whispered, "Morwenna, you should rest now, everything's

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

I

a grumpy sleeper, he doesn't

this, Fletcher

no use here; Stuart wouldn't rest

"Alright then.

head and just sat beside the bed,

she quickly fetched Fletcher