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?"

fool. "If you step into the ring, you'll be beaten to death, the boss will be in trouble, and the

"You..."

he tore off another chicken leg for her. "Too

and her grandmother had just married him, he used to serve meat

with the chicken in

gaze, Morpheus felt puzzled. For some reason, his heart began

cold beer and chugged it down, concealing his

muttered softly, "Tomorrow... I'll

what I like to

"Forget it." She pouted suddenly. "Ah, I'm like a little cat or dog you keep at

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

"Oh." Morpheus grunted.

to please him, "So,

what? Her ordering takeout?

incredibly boring. I can't even order a cup of milk tea! Can you... Can you help me buy a

Morpheus' gaze darkened gradually.