How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

Chapter 184

The bodyguard standing by the door couldn't help but roll his eyes. At a time like this, Ms. Winslet was still worried about being overcharged on her bike. What kind of bizarre thought process was that?

Stuart seemed used to it. "I'll cancel the bike rental for you," he said calmly. "But we're going to be staying at this hospital for a while. You need to rest and heal up. I'll sort out your leave from work."

Morwenna felt perfectly fine and wanted to protest.

But Stuart was convinced she wasn't alright, and her protests fell on deaf ears.

Well, she didn't protest too vigorously anyway.

Against the old, harsh Stuart, she could have fought back toe-to-toe.

But standing in front of Stuart as he is now, Morwenna just couldn't find the guts to say no. NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

So, Morwenna stayed put for three days.

On the morning of the third day, Morwenna woke to find herself with Stuart's bathrobe pulled open, her face pressed against his chest. She really felt like crying.

How desperate was she for him!

If Stuart kept this up, she wasn't sure she could hold back much longer.

Then Morwenna suddenly noticed the scars on Stuart's chest.

She remembered what had happened before and froze.

This was Stuart's secret, a side of him he didn't want her to know about.

Just as Morwenna was about to quietly fix Stuart's robe, their eyes met.

Stuart was awake.

She hesitated, thinking of pulling back.

Stuart didn't let her move away, and this time, he didn't lose his temper.

Stuart was only halfway into trusting Morwenna before, but after the kidnapping, his trust for her went through the roof.

Yes, for the first time in his life, he decided to trust someone entirely.

Stuart, usually so emotionally reserved, could be intensely passionate once he decided to trust someone. It was all his emotions, without any reservation.

Seeing Morwenna's anxious face, Stuart asked, "Wenna, do you want to know how I got these scars?"

Only people close to Morwenna called her 'Wenna,' but Stuart never had before.

Morwenna trembled inside, knowing these scars were Stuart's secret, a secret he was reluctant to share with anyone. She really shouldn't ask.

She didn't answer.

Stuart asked again, "Do you want to know?"

Morwenna wanted to understand the pain Stuart had endured. She quietly said, "I want to know."

Stuart opened his robe a bit more, letting Morwenna see the shocking scars.

"When I was a child, I was locked in a basement for several years. These are the scars from those years."

"Who locked you up?"

"My little aunt."

Morwenna was utterly shocked. She angrily said, "Why would Yara do that? I... I..."

Stuart gently patted Morwenna's back, soothingly saying, "Yara isn't my youngest aunt. My father’s youngest sister is long gone. The person who hurt me is no longer here, so don't be afraid, it's okay now."

Morwenna buried her face in Stuart's chest, mumbling, "I'm not scared, but why... why would someone do that to you?"

She couldn't understand why a relative would treat Stuart so cruelly.

Stuart was silent for a long time before he softly said, "Some stuff is just too heavy, and I don't want to lie to you, but I also don't want to spill the beans right now. Please, let’s not discuss it anymore, okay?"