Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

"Freshly roasted." He tore off a drumstick and handed it to her. "Eat up!"

Persephone was momentarily stunned. It seemed like he was always serving either chicken or beef. Did he have a grudge against these animals from his past life?

Morpheus ripped into the chicken breast, eating voraciously. He glanced at her and couldn't help but frown. Watching Persephone eat was genuinely concerning.

"Don't like it?"

"Hmm?" Persephone was taken aback.

Her genuine feeling was: 'Actually, not a fan.'

But her mind reminded her, 'Watch your words. You're not on par with this rugged guy!'

As such, she started with a sweet smile. "You seem... to really enjoy these, huh?"

"Can't say I'm particularly fond of them," Morpheus replied nonchalantly. "Chicken and beef are rich in protein. That's how every boxer eats."

"Are you trying to train me into a boxer?"

someone looking at a fool. "If you step into the ring, you'll be beaten to death, the

"You..."

as he tore

identity and her grandmother had just

the chicken in her

gaze, Morpheus felt puzzled. For some reason,

a cold beer and

I'll get you something you

I like

like local cuisine." He glanced at her. "I'll bring some from the restaurant tomorrow." "Forget it." She pouted suddenly. "Ah, I'm like a little cat or

cautiously put down her utensils, tentatively asking him, "I... I want to order takeout by myself, so you don't have to worry about me. I can eat what I want,

"Oh." Morpheus grunted.

tried to please him,

what? Her

every day at home is so incredibly boring. I can't even

Morpheus' gaze darkened gradually.