How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

When Stuart heard the suggestion, he was ready to refuse outright.

It's not like I'm dying. Why the need for an IV?

He hated lying in a hospital bed, a needle stuck in his arm, feeling utterly vulnerable.

But then he saw Morwenna letting out a relieved sigh, "He’s okay, that's good. Oh, I gave him an anti-inflammatory pill at lunch. Will that affect the IV?"

"No, it won’t have any impact."

"Thanks, Dr. Vaughn. Let’s eat dinner now."

Stuart's refusal was at the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed it back.

Fletcher breathed a sigh of relief, his hunch was right; having Morwenna around did make Stuart comply with the treatment.

Morwenna pulled out three packed meal sets and handed one each to Stuart and Fletcher.

Fletcher was bewildered as he opened his—it was the most modest meal set he had ever seen.

Some Caesar salad, spaghetti and meatballs.

Internally, he was full of complaints, but then he saw Stuart already digging in.

What?! Since when did Stuart become so easy-going?

Usually, he was the first to reject anything slightly off his taste, but today he seemed fine with everything.

Stuart shot a warning glance at Fletcher.

With no choice, Fletcher started eating, albeit reluctantly.

The food was terrible!

The salad was tasteless, the spaghetti was mushy, and the meatballs were nothing special.

Morwenna sat a bit away from them, seemingly enjoying her meal of plain spaghetti.

Fletcher, shocked, stared at Stuart.

Was she really just eating that?

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As Morwenna noticed Fletcher's gaze, she shifted slightly to block her meal from view.

She was enjoying her dinner, as she was really hungry today.

The food at the hospital entrance was too expensive.

If it wasn't for the presence of Stuart and Fletcher, she wouldn't have even bought the spaghetti. It was so expensive.

Stuart glanced warningly at Fletcher again.

Fletcher quickly bowed his head and started digging in, his heart heavy.

He cursed himself inside his head, "We're such jerks, playing with the emotions of such a genuine girl."

Morwenna, an orphan just out of high school, struggled so hard yet remained so poor.

These men, casually spending thousands on trivial things, had never encountered someone who couldn’t afford a proper meal.

She was eating just spaghetti, while they had meat and salad.

Damn it, Fletcher thought, wanting to give her his money!

But Stuart remained unmoved. He had seen Morwenna in even tougher times, surviving on just bread.

Mid-meal, Stuart suddenly spoke up, “Those meatballs taste terrible, Morwenna, you take some.”

Morwenna had carefully chosen foods that Stuart would eat. It must be he didn’t like the taste.

Used to Stuart’s pickiness, she didn’t think much of it and took two meatballs without a word.

She took a bite. It was delicious.

Fletcher, with eyes like a hawk, observed everything.

Stuart had definitely taken a liking to her, no doubt about it!