"You can add more to the story tomorrow."

"What?"

Morpheus smirked. "Say I'm not just mediocre but a freak, and I hit you after we were done!"

Persephone was once again slack-jawed, then feigned a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Going to such extremes just to keep women away... Quite the strategy. But I'm not injured. Will they believe me?"

Morpheus looked her up and down. "Just say the injury is in a non-visible area."

"Huh?"

Morpheus held his head. He couldn't stand her bewildered look anymore. Since she arrived, this was her constant expression.

"Where... Where can't I be seen?"

"Figure it out yourself!"

think of

say I bit

embarrassed and angry. Her face flushed as she tried to

and went about working the washing machine as

turned away, he

Jim showed up as expected while Morpheus

had advised. Since she had never done anything like that

it was this discomfort and embarrassment that made her acting seem natural and convincing enough to deceive

matters, half believed her words but couldn't find any loopholes for the

relief. It seemed that

days with Morpheus in peace. During

eat

same room with this rough man. They couldn't even eat together. She was used to eating slowly, balanced meals followed by coffee or tea, along with a small

bigger than her face. Persephone struggled to

day, when Morpheus returned from the boxing ring at night, he found no food on the table, and Persephone was lying on the couch,

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