How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

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

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"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.

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noticed the handsome man

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