How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband

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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.

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 him, inch by

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and doused Stuart with a pitcher of water, pulling him

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