At that moment, Morwenna couldnât care less about Stuartâs thoughts.
She touched his forehead; it was scorching.
If this continued, she feared Stuart would be delirious with fever.
In a rush, Morwenna urged, âOrson, can you speed up?â
Orson glanced through the rearview mirror, his face puzzled. âIs Mr. Hetfield ill?â
The others, aware of Stuartâs temperament, probably wouldnât mention his sickness even if they noticed, but Orson was blissfully oblivious.
Morwenna thought no wonder Orson didnât fancy shadowing Stuart; being close to him wouldâve proved a hazardous job.
Seeing that Stuart seemed not to be upset, she casually responded, âYes, heâs got a fever. Please, faster.â
Taking her words to heart, Orson pressed on the accelerator, and the car sped forward.
Every so often, Morwenna couldnât help but check Stuartâs temperature with her hand.
Although she knew it wasnât much help, it was something she felt compelled to do.
The fever must be very high, as Stuart didnât resist her touch at all, not preventing her from fussing over him.
Stuart, meanwhile, was wondering, was this genuine concern?
She wasnât good at pretending, which meant it was sincere.
But why? They usually didn't part on the best terms.
Why was there genuine care?
No one could have guessed that the seemingly inscrutable Stuart was pondering such trivial matters.
Who could imagine that this ruthless tyrant could be thrilled by such a small gesture of kindness?
Importantly, Stuart was sure this concern had no underlying motives, no hidden schemes.
At that moment, he even thought that marrying Morwenna might not be such a bad idea.
He usually thought of marriage as a hassle, believing solitude was safer.
Like a lone wolf, ready to attack anyone who trespassed his territory.
He never imagined heâd allow a harmless doe to appear beside him.
She was noisy, yet... not so bothersome after all.
Watching Morwenna who was sitting beside him, the high fever making him delirious, he unconsciously leaned closer.
Hmm, sleepy, comforting.
Morwenna, completely unaware, was anxious; there was some traffic ahead. She looked up at Stuart.
Their heads, one lowering and the other raising, came close together.
And just like that, quite unexpectedly, their lips met.
The cool and the heat touched.
Morwenna froze.
She blinked, her eyelashes fluttering in shock.
Stuartâs eyes seemed even redder.
At that moment, Orson, catching the scene in the rearview mirror, faltered on the gas pedal.
Now? A kiss?
He stammered, âMadam, what are you doing?! Are you so keen to get a taste of a feverish Mr. Hetfield right now?â
Morwenna pulled back abruptly, her mind a total mess.
What just happened?
She... she had just kissed Stuart.
Oh, Lord, she hadnât even properly held a manâs hand her entire life, and now she had kissed Stuart.
How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband ï¤Chapter 98 My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace ï¤Chapter 492 Her face turned beet red, "Sir... I... just now..."
Caught in her panic, she fumbled over her words, struggling to get her point across.
âIt was just an accident,â said Stuart calmly, casting a glance at Orson.
Orson shivered inexplicably, muttering to himself, âMy uncle always said, âspeak less, do moreâ. I saw nothing...â
Seeing that Stuart was expressionless, apparently not dwelling on the incident and treating it as just an accident, Morwenna finally began to calm down.
But as she calmed, a hint of disappointment crept in.
Her first kiss, gone just like that, and the other party thought nothing of it but an accident.