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.

his lap

so stunned she

her like this? It's

her shyness, she ventured a

had tended to his own wounds, now donned in a clean nightgown with a white bandage wrapped around his neck. His slightly pale

down,

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

first question that came to her mind:

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

replying, "The hospital gowns

at Stuart's long ones, and promptly shut her

that great? Apparently,

you don't want to wear a hospital

quickly shook her head. "No, no, Stuart, you... I mean... you don't need to hold me like this. My feet aren't injured; I can walk. Actually, the other injuries aren't that bad either,

meant to say there was no need for such

was a bit too much for

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

warm water, noting, "You have an injury on your