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.

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

the handsome man was having a

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 oppressive days. She

opened

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

was like a demon cloaked in

weakly in his

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

took a while for her to recover

her. "It's okay now, miss. "You oughta have listened to me and avoided getting close to

staggered away

his hands, realizing he

managed

from everyone else,

thoughts were wandering, Stuart darkened his expression and

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Stuart realized the

scent that soothed him seemed