How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Chapter 211

Stuart gave Morwenna a look that was somewhere between a smirk and a smile.

“Just the other day, I was the one helping you drink water. What’s wrong with that?”

“That was... that was because I was injured.”

“No worries, you’re still not fully healed.”

Morwenna’s cheeks flushed red at his words. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

She suddenly remembered her days in the hospital – Stuart hadn’t just helped her with drinking water but with getting dressed and even putting on her socks.

Her injuries hadn’t fully healed, but neither had Stuart’s.

His shirt was buttoned up to the top, hiding the still-recovering wounds on his neck.

His body, already marked by scars, bore new ones.

Yet, Stuart had insisted on taking care of her in the past days, refusing to take no for an answer.

Morwenna figured it was because she had saved Stuart’s life.

Was Stuart being so kind, even playing the role of her boyfriend, all because she had saved him?

She shook her head, dismissing the flurry of thoughts.

Looking at Stuart, she saw him roll up the sleeves of his shirt, his slender hands reaching the wings – he looked absolutely dashing.

Then, in a gesture of refined elegance, he began to debone the chicken wings…

Then he fed them directly to Morwenna. Her face turned even redder as she accepted the chicken wings from Stuart’s hand.

His fingertips gently brushed against her soft lips, and he chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the moment.

After having a few, Morwenna’s initial hesitation vanished. Initially, she had planned to just grab a roll for lunch, planning to eat less herself.

But now, they had so much food!

There was more than enough for both to enjoy to their hearts' content.

“Stuart, you should eat too. Don’t just focus on feeding me.”

“Stuart, do you find it spicy? Do you want some water?”

“Oh no, I’m so sorry, I accidentally bit your finger. Does it hurt?”

Stuart wasn’t one for noise, but at this moment, listening to Morwenna’s constant chatter seemed quite pleasant to him.

Even the tiny bite marks on his finger seemed to bring him joy.

An hour later.

Morwenna set aside a few wings for Orson, and the rest was devoured by them.

Morwenna’s appetite was impressive; leaving no food wasted.

Many onlookers mistook the scene for a competitive eating broadcast.

Feeling a bit embarrassed by the stares, Morwenna leaned towards Stuart and whispered with a playful stick of her tongue, “Sir, are you full? If so, let’s head out. We’re attracting a lot of attention.”

With Morwenna getting too close in her whisper, Stuart naturally reached out with a napkin to wipe her mouth.

The tenderness in his eyes left Morwenna momentarily dazed.

“Full now, let’s go.”

As they left, Morwenna took Stuart’s hand.

She walked ahead, not daring to look back at him.

Were they, in this way, dating?

Then she remembered they were already married and chuckled at the thought.

They got into the car.

Morwenna had wanted to see Stuart off at his office, but a glance at her watch told her she was running late.

“Stuart, I won’t come with you. I have a tutoring session this afternoon, and the place’s not close to your office. Just drop me off somewhere convenient, and I’ll bike there.”

A shadow of displeasure crossed Stuart’s eyes.

The money she made tutoring was something he could easily provide tenfold, a hundredfold.

Just last time, for her student, Morwenna had left home late at night, only to return in the wee hours.

Stuart frowned slightly and said, “Morwenna, I’ve given you a card. You can use it for anything you want.”

It wasn’t just any card, but one directly from Stuart’s account.