How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

After Fletcher set everything up, he retreated to the adjacent room to avoid contaminating the hypnotherapy chamber with his presence. He watched the situation inside the patient's room through a

surveillance screen.

Trying to suppress his inner turmoil, Stuart lay down and fell asleep.

Quickly, he picked up on a scent that felt familiar, but something about it seemed off.

The girl sat quietly, her gaze glancing at the sleeping man secretly. He was strikingly handsome.

Stuart seemed asleep, hovering in that liminal space between dreaming and waking.

In his dream, it was dark and oppressive. The figures caught a frail cat.

"Come on, beg me. Crawl over here, and we'll let it go."

"Oops, sorry, my hand slipped. How did it die just like that?"

Stuart was about to kneel.

The scene shifted.

car crash. From a superior vantage point, Stuart watched a man with both legs crushed. With a calm, almost indifferent voice, he said, "Oops, sorry, I stepped on it too

the girl noticed the handsome man was having a restless

put, she thought it could change her life if the man favored

opened

and bloodshot as he grabbed the throat of the person who dared

was like a

girl struggled weakly

a pitcher of water, pulling him back

her to recover

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staggered

looked at his hands, realizing

close, he hadn't managed to hurt her. Instead, he nearly

different from everyone else, radiating

wandering, Stuart darkened his

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moment, Stuart realized

was special, even unique. The scent that soothed him seemed impossible to