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 soaked

girl noticed the handsome man was having

she thought it could change her life if the man favored her, freeing

opened

bloodshot as he grabbed the throat of

a

weakly in his

Stuart with a pitcher of water, pulling him back from

her to recover from her

"You oughta have listened to me and avoided getting close to him. Go home and forget about

staggered

at his hands, realizing he had

managed to hurt her. Instead,

seemed different from everyone else, radiating a vibrant

thoughts were wandering, Stuart darkened

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Morwenna's used

no, none

Stuart realized

was special, even unique. The scent that soothed him