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

stunned she

holding her like this? It's enough to get her

her shyness, she ventured

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

Stuart bent down, his bandage brushing

barely daring to keep

blurt out the first question that came to

in

gowns are too

petite legs and then at Stuart's long

being tall that great?

said, "If you don't want to wear

Stuart, you... I mean... you don't need to hold me like this. My feet aren't injured; I can

say there was no need for such

a bit too

by alcohol. And she had spent so much

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