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 man with both legs crushed. With a calm, almost indifferent voice, he said, "Oops, sorry,

the handsome man was having a

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

suddenly opened

grabbed the throat of

was like a demon cloaked

struggled weakly in

monitor, Fletcher rushed in and doused Stuart with a pitcher of

took a while for her to recover from her

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

staggered away

hands, realizing he had

close, he hadn't managed to

everyone else, radiating

thoughts were wandering, Stuart

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that moment, Stuart realized the

even unique. The scent that soothed him seemed impossible