How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Fletcher's gaze sharpened a touch more than usual.

It was surprising that Stuart was upset over how he addressed Morwenna.

After all, regardless of the affectionate names they would use for Adelaide, Stuart never seemed to care.

Testing the waters, Fletcher asked, “Stuart, have you fallen for Morwenna?”

Stuart scoffed, “Do you think that’s possible? The day I give my life away to someone—that’s the day I might fall in love. But that’s never going to happen.”

Fletcher knew it too.

For Stuart to believe in love, he would need to trust someone with his life.

Was that possible? Absolutely not!

Thinking of Morwenna’s sincere and naive demeanor, and recalling how he once taught Stuart the tricks to win a woman’s heart, Fletcher felt like slapping himself.

Even if Morwenna was the only thing calming his storms, there should have been a kinder approach.

She shouldn’t have been dragged into this abyss.

In the midst of their conversation, Stuart took off his shirt, revealing the scars and fresh wounds on his back.

Fletcher, looking at the mangled skin, remarked, “The wounds are inflamed, even festering. All the healing from last week was for nothing, Stuart. You’ll keep getting fevers till the inflammation

subsides.”

Stuart was indifferent, “It’s not like it’ll kill me. No big deal.”

Fletcher cleaned and disinfected Stuart’s wounds again, doing a far neater job than Morwenna did.

Once done, Fletcher called out, “Morwenna, you can come in now.”

No response came from the door, nor did anyone enter.

Confused, Fletcher walked over and opened the door, only to find Morwenna was gone.

He turned to Stuart, “She seems to have left.”

Stuart’s expression darkened.

Fletcher hadn’t expected Morwenna to just walk away. Somewhat uneasy, he suggested, “Maybe you should give her a call.”

Stuart’s mood grew even more somber. “I don’t have her number.”

Ever since Morwenna had asked him for his phone number and he mocked her, she never asked again, and he was too proud to ask for hers.

Fletcher, realizing why Stuart looked so icy the last time Morwenna called him, remarked, “You’ve been married this long and don’t have each other’s numbers? That’s just so Stuart…”

Taking out his phone, Fletcher said, “I’ll call her and see where she is.”

At that moment, Fletcher thought Stuart might want to kill him…

It wasn’t about showing off; he genuinely needed Morwenna’s help with something else.

The room felt colder than ever.

Just then, a melodic voice called from the door, “What are you guys up to? Are Stuart’s wounds taken care of? I got us some dinner; it’s late, you must be starving.”

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Turns out Morwenna hadn’t left; she had just gone to get dinner.

Setting down the food, Morwenna approached Stuart.

She instinctively reached out to touch his forehead, but hesitated and withdrew her hand, asking, “Has your fever gone down?”

Stuart’s eyes dimmed slightly, “Not yet.”

Morwenna’s concerned eyes quickly turned to Fletcher.

Fletcher hurriedly explained, “Morwenna, it’s just an infection from the wound, nothing serious. I’ve just dressed it again. He’ll keep getting fevers until the inflammation subsides, but it’s nothing to worry about. Pills might not do much; I suggest an IV.”