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.

with both legs crushed. With a calm, almost indifferent voice, he said, "Oops, sorry, I stepped on it too hard. How come you didn't die?" Blood and malice soaked into

the girl noticed the handsome man was

she moved toward him, hoping to soothe him. Despite being instructed to stay put, she thought it could change her life if the man favored her, freeing her from her miserable and

opened his

grabbed the throat of the person who dared come

a

girl struggled weakly in

rushed in and doused Stuart with a pitcher of water, pulling him back from the

a while for her

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

staggered away

hands, realizing he had

hadn't managed to hurt

seemed different from everyone else, radiating a vibrant

were wandering, Stuart darkened his expression and

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Stuart realized the

unique. The scent that soothed him seemed impossible