How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Chapter 223

Minutes later, Fletcher packed away his equipment and said, "All done. A session every fortnight for about five or six times should make that scar invisible."

Morwenna's focus was elsewhere, her eyes widened as she asked, "Dr. Vaughn, this must be pretty expensive, right?"

Stuart shot Fletcher a look.

Fletcher explained, "The equipment's ours to begin with, just sitting there, so no extra cost involved."

Upon hearing this, Morwenna immediately smiled, "Thank you, Dr. Vaughn."

Under Stuart's intense gaze, Fletcher quickly added, "Don't mention it! Stuart sponsored the equipment."

With that, Fletcher knew to exit the scene, leaving the room to the two of them.

Morwenna turned to look at Stuart.

Stuart, with a nonchalant expression, said, "No need to thank me. You got hurt because of me after all."

Morwenna had already tiptoed, intending to give Stuart a peck as a sign of gratitude.

But Stuart's words made her retreat.

Unable to maintain his indifferent facade, Stuart said, "If you really feel the need to thank me, I suppose it's not out of the question."

Standing still, Morwenna said, "Thank you..."

Stuart just looked at her.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and Fletcher peeked in, his eyes crinkling with mischief, "Stuart, how about we hang out tonight? The guys have been asking for ages. Didn't you say you wanted them to meet Morwenna? Everyone's available tonight."

Stuart pondered for a moment before agreeing, "Sure."

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As soon as Stuart agreed, Morwenna felt a bit conflicted. Was their relationship going public?

Stuart had previously opted for discretion, deeming it embarrassing.

Now that Morwenna truly understood what the Hetfield family was about, she grew concerned.

She still had school to attend. Publicizing her relationship with Stuart would mean never having a moment's peace throughout her college years.

Hesitating briefly, Morwenna said, "Stuart, maybe we shouldn't go public with our relationship."

Stuart's previously casual gaze turned sharp, "You don't want it to be public?"

Fletcher, sensing the tension, silently prayed for Morwenna to tread carefully.

Their recently mended relationship was fragile.

Unaware of Fletcher's anxiety, Morwenna nodded innocently at Stuart, "Can we keep it private? I'm afraid of drawing too much attention at school."

Their relationship wasn't exactly official in the traditional sense.

She planned to wait until after graduation, hoping their relationship would have progressed clearly by then.

Under Morwenna's clear gaze, Stuart managed to suppress his darker impulses, "Alright."

Morwenna breathed a sigh of relief.

Fletcher found Stuart's attitude towards Morwenna refreshingly surprising.

It appeared Stuart was utterly devoted, while Morwenna was focused on her studies.

The trio headed to the bar.

Standing at the entrance, Morwenna, reminded of her last experience, nervously clutched Stuart's clothes.

Stuart grumbled, "Why choose a bar for a get-together?"

Fletcher felt wronged. Where else if not a bar? A teahouse?

Fletcher offered, "Shall I ask everyone to come out, find another place?"

Stuart frowned, "No need."

Morwenna needed to get used to his world sooner or later. He decided it was time she gradually accepted his world, piece by piece.

With that, Stuart suddenly took Morwenna into his arms—not in a bridal carry, but more like shielding a child, one arm around her and the other pressing her to his chest.

Their height difference was like something out of a cute comic.