How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Chapter 183

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.

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.

Suddenly, Stuart gently lifted Morwenna, placing her on his lap and helping her put on her socks.

Morwenna was so stunned she almost forgot the pain.

Stuart just naturally holding her like this? It’s enough to get her to blush!

Suppressing her shyness, she ventured a glance up at Stuart.

He had tended to his own wounds, now donned in a clean nightgown with a white bandage wrapped around his neck. His slightly pale face transformed his usual enchanting demeanor into something more heart-stirringly tender.

As Morwenna looked up, Stuart bent down, his bandage brushing against her face.

Morwenna swallowed hard, barely daring to keep looking, and quickly averted her gaze.

Her unusual thought process led her to blurt out the first question that came to her mind: “Why aren’t you wearing a hospital gown?”

Everyone else wore hospital gowns, but there was Stuart in a stylish white nightgown. Who was he trying to impress?

Stuart paused before replying, “The hospital gowns are too small; they don’t fit.” Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

Morwenna glanced at her petite legs and then at Stuart’s long ones, and promptly shut her mouth.

Was being tall that great? Apparently, it was...

With a light chuckle, Stuart said, “If you don’t want to wear a hospital gown, that’s okay too.”

Morwenna quickly shook her head. “No, no, Stuart, you... 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, just superficial wounds. I have medication and doctors to look after me, there’s really no need.”

She meant to say there was no need for such fuss.

This close-up move was a bit too much for her racing heart.

Originally, she had dared to kiss Stuart only while drunk, bolstered by alcohol. And she had spent so much time psyching herself up afterward.

Undeterred, Stuart carried Morwenna to the bathroom, where he gently helped her wash her face with warm water, noting, “You have an injury on your forehead; it’s not convenient for you to wash up by yourself.”

After helping her with her face and teeth, Stuart carried her back.

Back in the room, he fetched a small-sized nightgown, similar to his, and draped it over Morwenna with a tender indulgence.

Throughout the process, Morwenna was dazed. She had never been cared for like this in her life.

Stuart’s gaze made her truly anxious.

Stuart's close associates, including Fletcher, were also anxious.

Seeing Stuart transform into a warm, caring gentleman was terrifying.

Who would've guessed that Stuart would be helping a woman clean up, get dressed, and even spoon-feed her?

Facing this version of Stuart, Morwenna felt too embarrassed to eat properly, barely touching her food.

Her big eyes blinked mournfully as she said, “Stuart, I think I don’t really need to stay in the hospital. How soon can we go back? I need to call in sick at work, and my bike... I rented it with my mobile, it’s still charging me.”