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?"

her the look of someone looking at a fool. "If you step into the ring, you'll be beaten to death, the boss will be in trouble, and the audience

"You..."

lowered as he tore off another chicken leg

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

smiled, playing with the chicken in

smiling gaze, Morpheus felt puzzled. For some reason, his

grab a cold beer

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

I like

at her. "I'll bring some from the restaurant tomorrow." "Forget it." She pouted suddenly. "Ah, I'm like a little cat or dog you keep at

"I... I want to order takeout by

"Oh." Morpheus grunted.

to please him, "So,

Agree to what? Her ordering takeout? Could she even do

is so incredibly boring.

Morpheus' gaze darkened gradually.