How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 42

Stuart had been through this kind of minor scrapes more times than he could count. But there was Morwenna, visibly distressed on the sidelines, unable to contain her worry as she said to Fletcher, "Be careful. He's lost a lot of blood."

"Don't worry, it's just superficial. A bit of blood is no big deal," Fletcher reassured her.

"But even superficial wounds hurt!"

Fletcher paused for a moment.

Was Stuart afraid of pain?

To Stuart, toughness was a virtue, both towards others and himself.

In their world, the end always justified the means. Discomfort was irrelevant.

Here was Morwenna, worried about Stuart feeling pain.

Fletcher found himself at a loss for words.

Was Stuart that good at masking his pain or was Morwenna just too naive?

At that moment, Morwenna was oblivious to Stuart’s control and Fletcher’s pity. All she saw was Stuart’s wound, feeling almost more pain than if the injury were on her own body.

It wasn't until the shards of glass were removed and placed blood-soaked on a tray that Morwenna finally let out a long sigh of relief.

Fletcher teased, “Mrs. Hetfield, what's with the staring? You can look at Stuart’s naked body at home. Now, could you please find a nurse and get a new hospital gown? Stuart’s a bit of a clean freak. He’d probably rather walk out naked than wear that bloody shirt again.”

“Oh… okay,” Morwenna blushed and scurried out of the room.

Fletcher smirked cunningly.

Suddenly, Stuart spoke, “Don’t tease her.”

Fletcher raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

Morwenna quickly returned with the hospital gown, visibly embarrassed yet tiptoeing to help Stuart dress, careful not to touch his wounds.