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.

point, Stuart watched a man 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?"

the room, the girl noticed the handsome man

instructed to stay put, she thought it could change her life if the man favored her, freeing her from her miserable and oppressive

opened his

was fierce and bloodshot as he grabbed the throat of the person

was like a demon cloaked in

girl struggled weakly in his choking

monitor, Fletcher rushed in and doused Stuart with a pitcher of water, pulling him back

while for her to recover from her

have listened to me and avoided getting close to

girl staggered

looked at his hands, realizing he had almost killed

close, he hadn't managed to

everyone

thoughts were wandering, Stuart

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even fetched Morwenna's

no, no, none

moment, Stuart

The scent