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 her put on her

was so stunned she almost forgot

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

she ventured a glance

had tended to his own wounds, now donned in a clean nightgown with a white bandage wrapped

bent 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

else wore hospital gowns, but there was Stuart in

gowns are too

glanced at her petite legs and then at

tall that

don't

My feet aren't injured; I can walk. Actually,

there was no need for such

was a bit too much for her racing

Stuart only while drunk, bolstered by alcohol. And she had spent so much

carried Morwenna to the bathroom, where he gently helped her wash her face with warm water, noting, "You have an injury on