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.

deep breath and pinched his thigh to snap out of his daze.

Stuart, who stood by the bed, his aura unstable. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels

called out

hear her, his mind wrapped in a violent storm of protective rage, wanting to pulverize anyone who dared hurt Morwenna. Sensing his

murmured softly, which brought

disheveled, yet Stuart didn't push her away, Instead, he stepped

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

I'm okay. You should

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

fetched a towel, and dabbed it in warm water, gently

with her forehead, which was now split open, bleeding

so close, his usual indifferent gaze now filled

had never seen this side of Stuart. Despite the pain throbbing through her body, she felt a

I can do it