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.

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

her shyness, she ventured

wounds, now donned in a clean nightgown with a white bandage wrapped around

down, his bandage brushing

swallowed hard, barely daring to keep looking,

blurt out the first question that came to her mind: "Why aren't you wearing a hospital

else wore hospital gowns, but there was Stuart in a

"The hospital gowns are too

glanced at her petite legs and then at Stuart's long ones,

that great? Apparently, it

"If you don't want to

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,

say there was no need for

a bit too

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

helped her wash her face with warm water, noting, "You have an