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.

lifted Morwenna, placing her on his lap

she

this?

ventured a glance up

wounds, now donned in a clean nightgown with a white bandage wrapped around his neck. His slightly pale face transformed his usual

down,

swallowed hard, barely daring to keep looking, and quickly averted her

unusual thought process led her to blurt out the first question that came to her mind:

but there was Stuart in a stylish white nightgown. Who

replying, "The hospital gowns are too small; they

at her petite legs and then at Stuart's long ones, and

that great?

you don't want to wear

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

was no need for

move was a bit too

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

warm water, noting, "You have an