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.

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 you didn't die?" Blood and malice

the girl noticed the handsome man

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 his

as he grabbed the throat of

was like a demon

girl struggled weakly

monitor, Fletcher rushed in and doused Stuart with a pitcher

her to recover from

me and avoided getting close to him. Go home and forget about today.

staggered

at his hands, realizing he had

hadn't managed

everyone

thoughts were wandering, Stuart darkened his expression and

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fetched Morwenna's used

no, no,

that moment, Stuart realized

The scent that soothed him