How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Stuart was seething with a barely controlled fury, his voice a forced whisper as he tried to calm himself. "I'm not blaming you. There's just a better way, less painful." Morwenna shook her head, her voice steady, "It's okay. I'm not afraid of pain. Anesthetics don't work on me anyway. Better a short agony than a long one."

"What? Anesthetics don't work on you!" Fletcher exclaimed in shock.

"Yeah, remember when I tumbled down that hill? I had to grit my teeth and bear it. Painkillers don't touch me unless it's enough to knock me out cold." Both Stuart and Fletcher were visibly shaken.

Morwenna managed a weak smile, "Don't worry, I'm used to it. Really, pain doesn't scare me."

She tried to reassure them with her smile, but the blood smeared across her face only highlighted her radiance.

Fletcher, lost in thought, stared at her. She lit up like the sun.

Unable to bear the sight any longer, Fletcher diverted his gaze. "I... I'll go get the splint."

He hurried out of the room.

door, Fletcher took a deep breath and pinched his thigh to snap out of his

the room, Morwenna blinked up at Stuart, who stood by the bed, his aura unstable. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest

out

if he couldn't hear her, his mind wrapped in a violent storm of protective rage, wanting to pulverize anyone who dared hurt Morwenna. Sensing his distress, Morwenna reached out with her newly bandaged arm and

softly, which brought Stuart back from his

hand was crusted with dried blood, her appearance disheveled, yet Stuart didn't push her

to wipe the blood from the corner of her eye, but

okay.

weren't visible, but his white shirt was splattered red like a

silent, fetched a towel, and dabbed it in

she had knocked someone out with her forehead, which was now split open, bleeding down her face and

so close, his usual indifferent gaze now filled with a tender

Despite the pain throbbing

I can do it