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.

Stuart gently lifted Morwenna, placing her on his lap and

she

this? It's enough to get her

shyness, she ventured

a clean nightgown with a white bandage wrapped

bent down, his bandage brushing

swallowed hard, barely daring to keep

question that came to her mind: "Why aren't you

was Stuart in a stylish white nightgown.

before replying, "The hospital gowns are

then at Stuart's long

tall that great? Apparently, it

said, "If you don't want to wear

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

was no need for such

a bit too much for her racing

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

with warm water, noting, "You have an injury on your forehead; it's not