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,

the girl noticed the handsome man was

Despite being instructed to stay put, she thought it could

suddenly opened

fierce and bloodshot as he grabbed the throat of the person

a demon

girl struggled weakly in his choking

Fletcher rushed in and doused Stuart with a pitcher

for her

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

staggered

his hands, realizing he had almost

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

everyone else, radiating

his thoughts were wandering, Stuart darkened

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no, no, none

Stuart

scent that