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.

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

girl noticed the handsome man was

hoping to soothe him. Despite being instructed to stay put, she thought it could change her life if the man favored

suddenly opened

was fierce and bloodshot as he grabbed

was like a demon cloaked

weakly in his choking

doused Stuart with a pitcher of water, pulling him back from

a while for her to recover

close to him. Go home and forget about today. We'll have the remaining

staggered away

his hands, realizing he had almost

recalled when Morwenna came close, he hadn't managed to hurt her. Instead, he nearly

girl seemed different from everyone else,

his thoughts were wandering, Stuart darkened his

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Morwenna's

no,

that moment, Stuart

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