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, he said, "Oops, sorry, I stepped on it too hard. How come you

girl noticed the handsome man was having a restless

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

suddenly opened his

fierce and bloodshot as he grabbed

like a demon

girl struggled weakly in his choking

it through the monitor, Fletcher rushed in and doused Stuart with a pitcher of water, pulling him

a while for her

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

staggered

at his hands, realizing he

hadn't managed to hurt her. Instead,

different from everyone else, radiating a

Stuart darkened his expression

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even fetched Morwenna's

no, none

that moment, Stuart realized

special, even unique. The scent