How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Morwenna didn't know that if it had been any other woman who kissed him, Stuart might have chucked her out of the car window without a second thought. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Adelaide had been by Stuart's side for five years, yet she couldn't touch him casually either.

The atmosphere in the car grew even more stifling.

Morwenna stopped trying to touch Stuart's forehead.

Stuart's expression darkened slightly.

Morwenna thought it was because of the accident that had just happened, so she moved closer to the window, allowing some distance between herself and Stuart.

Stuart’s expression grew even more grim.

Soon, they arrived at Healing Streams Medical Center.

Fletcher was already waiting in the usual private room he reserved for Stuart.

Upon seeing them, Fletcher greeted, "Hi, Stuart, Wenna."

Morwenna’s face was tense, and she didn’t respond.

Fletcher was puzzled. Morwenna usually greeted him cheerfully; what was different today?

Morwenna, still with a stern face, said, “Stuart’s wound is infected, and he’s running a high fever because the bandages got soaked when he fell into the water yesterday. Dr. Vaughn, if you were too busy yesterday, you should have just told me. How could you promise to change his dressing and then not show up?”

Morwenna couldn’t care less about Stuart finding out that she had called Fletcher to change the dressing yesterday.

Fletcher was confused.

He hadn't shown up? But he had spent the entire night at Windcharm Villas with Stuart!

Was it his fault for not changing the dressing? Stuart had flatly refused to let anyone touch him.

What was he supposed to do? Forcefully strip him?

Fletcher tried to explain.

But then he met Stuart’s icy stare.

Fletcher suddenly realized that Stuart was playing the blame game again.

Fletcher had to swallow his frustration and apologized, “I’m sorry, Wenna. I got called into an emergency surgery yesterday and just couldn’t make it.”

Morwenna was initially angry.

But Fletcher apologized, and he genuinely had an emergency.

Her expression softened, “It’s okay, Dr. Vaughn, I know you didn’t mean it. Please check on Stuart now; he’s running quite a fever, and his wound looked swollen. Could it be dangerous?”

As Morwenna reached to unbutton Stuart’s shirt, her hand was abruptly swatted away.

Stunned, she looked at her reddened hand, her mind clearing significantly.

Stuart's demeanor had tricked her into thinking their relationship was somewhat friendly.

Now, she was getting her senses back.

It was obvious Stuart didn't want her catching him getting undressed.

Morwenna simply said, “Dr. Vaughn, please examine his wound. I’ll wait outside.”

After speaking, Morwenna turned and walked out, closing the door behind her.

Fletcher, seeing this, hurriedly called after her, “Hey, it’s not—”

Before he could finish, Morwenna had already left the room and shut the door.

Fletcher helplessly looked at Stuart, “Stuart, man, you really know how to hurt someone’s feelings. Didn’t you say you were going to be nicer to Wenna? Even if you didn't want her to see, you could've said it in a less harsh way.”

Stuart glanced at Fletcher, “I have boundaries.”

Fletcher wanted to roll his eyes. When had Stuart ever had boundaries? Fletcher could still remember the hair-raising screams of the rival he’d thrown into a pit of snakes, insisting he “had boundaries” because he hadn’t killed the guy.

Fletcher was about to say more.

But Stuart cut him off coldly, "Don’t call her Wenna anymore."