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.

car 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.

the handsome man was having

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

opened

and bloodshot as he grabbed the

was like a

weakly

and doused Stuart with a pitcher of water, pulling him back

took a while for her to

avoided getting close to him. Go

staggered

looked at his hands, realizing

hadn't managed to hurt her. Instead, he

different from everyone else, radiating

Stuart darkened his

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even fetched Morwenna's used

no,

Stuart realized

special, even unique. The scent that soothed him seemed