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 and helping

so stunned she almost forgot the

holding her like this?

ventured a glance

clean nightgown with a white bandage wrapped around his neck. His slightly pale

Stuart bent down, his bandage brushing against her

hard, barely daring to keep looking, and quickly

the first question that came to

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

hospital gowns are too

legs and then at Stuart's long

being tall that great? Apparently, it

"If you don't

can walk. Actually, the other injuries aren't that bad

to say there was no need for

bit too much for

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

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