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 lap and helping her put

so stunned she almost

holding her like this? It's enough

shyness, she ventured a

bandage wrapped

bent down, his bandage brushing against her

daring to keep

unusual thought process led her to blurt out the first question that came to her mind: "Why aren't you wearing a hospital

but there was Stuart in a stylish white

before replying, "The hospital gowns are

then at Stuart's long ones, and

that great?

said, "If you don't want to

her head. "No, no, Stuart, you... I mean... you don't need to hold me like this. My feet aren't injured; I can walk. Actually, the other injuries

was

bit too much for her

to kiss Stuart only while drunk, bolstered by alcohol. And she

the bathroom, where he gently helped her wash her face with warm water, noting, "You have an injury on