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.

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 into him,

the room, the girl noticed the

moved toward him, hoping to soothe him. Despite being instructed to stay put, she thought it could change her life

opened

bloodshot as he grabbed the

a demon cloaked in

weakly in his

doused Stuart with a pitcher of water, pulling him back from the brink and saving

her to recover

and avoided getting close to him. Go home and forget

staggered away

realizing he had almost

managed to hurt her. Instead, he nearly got

from everyone else, radiating

his thoughts were wandering, Stuart

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no, no,

moment, Stuart realized

scent that soothed him seemed impossible to