How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

In the suburban hospital, Stuart was with Morwenna.

After sorting everything out, he left it all behind, keeping a vigil by Morwenna's side under the night sky.

At six o' clock the next day, Morwenna's internal clock, robust as ever, woke her up on time despite her injuries.

As she regained consciousness, her first instinct was to get ready for work, momentarily confused about where she was.

"Don't move," a hoarse, slightly sexy bass voice whispered near her ear. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Morwenna froze, remembering her circumstances.

Yesterday, she had found Stuart, who had been kidnapped, and had fought desperately to save him. Now, it seemed, they were in a hospital.

As realization dawned, pain surged through her body.

The painkillers were ineffective, and she felt agony in her arms, legs, hands, and forehead.

But as Morwenna herself said, she wasn't afraid of pain, so her expression remained mostly unchanged.

gently lifted Morwenna, placing her on his

so stunned she almost

just naturally holding her like this? It's

ventured a

wounds, now donned in a clean nightgown with a white bandage wrapped around

up, Stuart bent down, his bandage brushing against

barely daring to keep looking, and quickly averted her

first question

but there was Stuart in a stylish white nightgown. Who was he trying

before replying, "The hospital gowns are too small; they

her petite legs and then at Stuart's long ones, and

tall that

Stuart said, "If you don't want to wear a hospital gown,

don't need to hold me like this. My feet aren't injured; I can walk. Actually, the other injuries aren't

was no

was a bit too much

dared to kiss Stuart only while drunk, bolstered by alcohol. And she had spent so much time psyching herself

wash her face with warm water, noting,