How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 102

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.