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.

indifferent voice, he said, "Oops, sorry, I stepped on it too hard. How come you didn't die?" Blood and malice soaked into him, inch by

the handsome man was having

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

opened his

grabbed the throat of the person who

was like a demon cloaked

struggled weakly in his

Stuart with a pitcher of water, pulling

took a while for her to

now, miss. "You oughta have listened to me and avoided getting close to him. Go home and forget about today. We'll have the remaining hundred thousand transferred

girl staggered away

looked at his hands, realizing he had almost

recalled when Morwenna came close, he hadn't managed

from everyone

thoughts were wandering, Stuart darkened his expression and

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Morwenna's used

no,

Stuart realized

special, even unique. The scent that soothed him seemed