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?"

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

"You..."

voice lowered as he tore off another chicken leg

days. When her grandfather hid his identity and her grandmother had just married him, he used to serve meat like this to her, saying, "Eat more,

the chicken in

puzzled. For some

grab a cold beer and chugged it down,

softly, "Tomorrow... I'll get you something you

I like to

"I'll bring some from the restaurant tomorrow." "Forget it." She pouted suddenly. "Ah, I'm

to order takeout by myself, so you don't have to worry about me. I can eat what

"Oh." Morpheus grunted.

tried to please him, "So, you

to what?

is so incredibly boring. I can't even order a cup of milk tea! Can

Morpheus' gaze darkened gradually.