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

so stunned she almost forgot the

this? It's enough to get her to

she ventured

with a white bandage wrapped around his neck.

down, his bandage

hard, barely daring to keep looking, and

her to blurt out the first question

but there was Stuart in a stylish white nightgown. Who

replying, "The hospital gowns

and then at Stuart's long ones, and promptly

being tall that

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

My feet aren't injured; I can walk. Actually, the other injuries aren't

there was no need for

a bit too much for her racing

while drunk, bolstered by alcohol. And she had

with warm water, noting,