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.

voice,

room, the girl noticed the handsome man

she thought it could change her life if the man favored her, freeing her from her miserable and oppressive days. She approached

opened his

grabbed the throat of the person who

like a demon cloaked

weakly

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

took a while for her

miss. "You oughta have listened to me and avoided getting close to him. Go home and forget about today. We'll have the

girl staggered

realizing he had

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

different from everyone else, radiating

Stuart darkened his expression

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Stuart

special, even unique. The scent