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

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

shyness, she ventured a glance up at

bandage wrapped around

bent down, his

barely daring to keep looking, and quickly averted

first question that came to her mind:

gowns, but there was Stuart in a stylish white nightgown. Who was he trying to

before replying, "The hospital gowns are too small; they don't

then at Stuart's long ones, and

that great? Apparently,

a light chuckle, Stuart said, "If you don't want to wear a hospital gown, that's

me like this. My feet aren't injured; I can walk. Actually, the other

say there was no need

move was a bit

drunk, bolstered by alcohol. And she had

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