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,

the room, the girl noticed the handsome man was

stay put, she thought it could change her life if the man

suddenly opened his

he grabbed

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girl struggled weakly in his choking

rushed in and doused Stuart with a pitcher of water,

her to recover from

now, miss. "You oughta have listened to me and avoided getting close to him. Go home and forget about today. We'll have the remaining hundred thousand transferred to your

staggered

at his hands, realizing he

came close, he hadn't managed to

girl seemed different from everyone else, radiating a

Stuart darkened his expression

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Stuart realized

special, even unique. The scent that soothed