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.

crash. From a superior vantage 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

the handsome man

to soothe him. Despite being instructed to stay put, she thought it could change her life if the man

suddenly opened

fierce and bloodshot as he grabbed the throat of

was like a demon

girl struggled weakly in his choking

Fletcher rushed in and doused Stuart with a pitcher of water, pulling him back from the brink and saving

took a while for her to recover from

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

staggered away

hands, realizing he had

recalled when Morwenna came close, he hadn't managed to hurt her. Instead,

from everyone else, radiating

wandering, Stuart darkened his

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even fetched Morwenna's used personal care

no, none

moment, Stuart

unique. The scent that soothed him seemed impossible to