How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Morwenna hadn't noticed the determined control in Stuart's eyes.

She was too frazzled, her thoughts swirling in chaos.

In her confusion, she found herself at Stuart's side, instinctively clutching at the sleeve of his jacket.

Stuart didn’t push her away.

Meanwhile, reporters had started to gather around.

The heir to the Hetfield family in Rosefrost Hollow involved in a car accident was no minor news.

Many onlookers noticed Morwenna clutching at the corner of Stuart’s jacket, sparking speculation.

For years, aside from some rumors with Adelaide Gallagher, no woman had gotten close to him.

Who was this girl suddenly appearing by his side?

A bold reporter quickly snapped a photo. Out of caution, he only captured Morwenna's back, not daring to photograph her face.

Stuart didn't mind appearing in the newspapers, but the reporter hadn't confirmed whether he wanted this girl by his side to be exposed to the camera’s lens.

Stuart was known as a real tough nut, so this small-time reporter didn't want to gamble on this uncertainty.

Other reporters probably shared the same sentiment.

It wasn’t until an ambulance took them away that the crowd of reporters dispersed.

Once in the ambulance, Morwenna saw only a doctor inside.

The doctor quickly examined Stuart's injuries and sighed in relief, "Stuart, it’s not too bad, just some deep cuts from glass shards on your back that we need to remove at the hospital."

Hearing this made Morwenna tense up.

Stuart merely grunted nonchalantly.

The doctor then leaned toward Morwenna and said cheerily, "Hey Mrs. Hetfield, I'm Fletcher, Stuart’s good friend."

His sudden closeness startled Morwenna.

She had been preoccupied with Stuart and initially didn’t want to engage.

Considering Stuart's friends and recalling those she had seen at the last gathering, she wasn’t too fond of them.

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Morwenna looked at Stuart, her large eyes filled with evident confusion.

Stuart casually explained, "He knows about our marriage."

Only then did Morwenna greet Fletcher, "Hello, Dr. Vaughn."

Fletcher smiled warmly, his eyes curiously studying Morwenna.

This was the special woman.

He'd seen her pictures from recent investigations, but meeting her in person, she had a totally different energy.

She was so clear like a mountain stream.

No wonder she was Stuart's calm in the storm.

They soon arrived at Healing Streams Medical Center.

Morwenna was surprised by the ward’s setup, almost identical to Stuart’s room.

Fletcher explained, "Don’t be alarmed, Mrs. Hetfield. This is Stuart’s private room."

Morwenna immediately tensed, "Why does he have a private room? Is he sick?"

Fletcher was at a loss for words and couldn’t mention the insomnia. Knowing certain details could cause trouble.

He quickly changed the subject, "Ahem, a minor issue that has been resolved. Let’s focus on removing the glass shards now."

Hearing this, Morwenna looked at Stuart’s bloodied back, temporarily putting her questions aside.

Stuart’s back and arms were covered in wounds. And she was completely unharmed...

At that moment of the crash, he had protected her entirely.

Fletcher prepared the medical tools and began removing the glass from Stuart’s back.

The process inevitably caused further tearing of the wounds, staining his shirt with blood.

Stuart seemed indifferent.

Fletcher worked carelessly, his hands covered in blood, yet he still wore a gentle smile, unnervingly calm.

In Fletcher's mind, there was nothing to worry about. The severity of the accident was perfectly controlled without serious harm. There were just minor injuries for a strategic ploy.