How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

As Norbert always said, as long as he's around, Morwenna will have his support and protection.

The Hetfields, a large family with a rich heritage, but often their bonds were weak due to their sheer size.

It was Norbert who had brought Morwenna into this den of lions, so naturally, it was his duty to protect her.

Morwenna took a seat next to Norbert.

Adelaide’s expression was sour.

Norbert commanded, “Orson, fetch Stuart for dinner.”

Everyone was present except Stuart.

Orson looked towards Morwenna, his eyes pleading, his expression clearly reluctant.

Who would dare disturb young Mr. Hetfield during his rest? Orson sure wanted to live a bit longer.

Morwenna knew that Stuart could have a fit if someone approached while he was asleep.

She stood up, “I’ll go get Stuart. He’s grumpy when he wakes.”

As soon as Morwenna spoke, the room filled with varied expressions.

Stuart was a loose cannon; anyone approaching him while he slept risked their life.

Was this just his wake-up mood?

Everyone seemed eager for a spectacle.

Adelaide didn’t object. If Morwenna wanted to court danger, she was all for watching it unfold.

Only Norbert thought it over seriously, recalling how he had once seen Stuart asleep next to Morwenna, and chuckled, “Alright, let Wenna go get him.”

Morwenna nodded and ascended the stairs, knocking on the door to no response.

She thought she might as well not bother knocking next time.

Stuart never answered when she knocked.

Morwenna opened the door and entered, finding Stuart asleep in the bed she had used just the night before, making her slightly uncomfortable.

She approached and softly called, “Stuart.”

Stuart didn’t respond, nor did he lash out. Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Morwenna frowned; this reaction was unusual.

She reached out and nudged him, “Stuart, wake up.”

Irritated, Stuart finally opened his eyes.

The familiar scent stopped him from reacting violently; instead, he just looked up sleepily at Morwenna who was inches away.

Morwenna noticed then that Stuart’s face was flushed, his lips red, and the small mole by his eye seemed more charming as he opened his eyes.

Stuart’s naturally devilish good looks were even more captivating now, absolutely heart-stopping.

Morwenna’s heart raced, and just as she thought to step back, something felt off.

She reached out to touch his forehead, “Stuart, you’re having a fever!”

Feeling the cool touch of her hand, Stuart grunted comfortably.

Morwenna grew anxious, “Stuart, didn’t you say you were going to see the doctor this afternoon? Did you skip it? Your wound might be infected; we really need to get a doctor to look at it.”

As Morwenna turned to leave, her wrist was caught.

Stuart slowly sat up, his head heavy, “Don’t go.”

He didn’t trust anyone from the Hetfield family. He wouldn’t make the same mistake he had made years ago.

Morwenna was genuinely worried, “Stuart, please don’t be stubborn. Let’s go to the hospital together, okay?”

Stuart, seeing the genuine concern in Morwenna’s eyes, was momentarily lost in thought.

“Fine, we can go to the hospital, but don’t let my family know.”

Morwenna quickly nodded.

She was truly scared.

She had suffered from an infection and high fever years ago in the countryside with inadequate medical care, and it had taken days to stabilize.

Stuart went to the bathroom to splash his face with cold water, making himself look more presentable, then joined Morwenna downstairs.

Reaching the stairwell, Morwenna remembered she had forgotten to tell Stuart about Adelaide’s visit.

But that didn’t matter now; what was important was that Stuart was still feverish.