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.

his lap and

was so stunned she almost

holding her like this?

shyness, she ventured a glance up

with a white bandage wrapped around his neck. His slightly pale face transformed his usual

Stuart bent down, his

to keep looking,

the first question that came to her mind: "Why

in

replying, "The hospital gowns are

at Stuart's long ones, and promptly shut

that

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

need to hold me like this. My feet aren't injured; I can walk. Actually, the other injuries aren't that bad either, just superficial wounds. I have medication and doctors to look

meant to say there was no

was a bit too

only while drunk, bolstered by alcohol. And she had spent so much time psyching

to the bathroom, where he gently helped her wash her face with warm water, noting, "You have an injury on your forehead; it's