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 helping her put on

stunned she

just naturally holding her like this? It's enough to

shyness, she ventured a glance

clean nightgown with a white bandage wrapped around his

Stuart bent down, his bandage brushing

to keep

thought process led her to blurt out the first question

else wore hospital gowns, but there was Stuart in a stylish white nightgown. Who was

gowns are too small; they don't

legs and then at Stuart's long ones, and promptly shut her

that great? Apparently,

"If you don't want to wear a hospital

injured; I can walk. Actually, the other injuries aren't that bad either, just superficial wounds. I have medication and doctors to look after me,

to say there was no need for

move was a bit too much for her

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

helped her wash her face with warm water,