How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 20

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.

It was a 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. How come you didn't die?"

Blood and malice soaked into him, inch by inch.

In the room, the girl noticed the handsome man was having a restless sleep.

Hesitant, she moved toward him, 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 approached him.

Stuart suddenly opened his eyes.

His gaze was fierce and bloodshot as he grabbed the throat of the person who dared come close.

He was like a demon cloaked in malevolence.

The girl struggled weakly in his choking grip.

After seeing it through the monitor, Fletcher rushed in and doused Stuart with a pitcher of water, pulling him back from the brink and saving the girl.

It took a while for her to recover from her fright.