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?"

the ring, you'll be beaten to death, the boss will be in trouble, and the audience

"You..."

voice lowered as he tore off another chicken leg for

grandfather hid his identity and her grandmother had just married him, he

the chicken in

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

turned to the kitchen to grab a cold beer and

muttered softly, "Tomorrow... I'll get 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 dog you keep

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

"Oh." Morpheus grunted.

tried to please him, "So, you

looked up at her. Agree to what? Her ordering takeout?

Morpheus..." Persephone pressed on. "I have nothing here right now, and every day at home is so incredibly boring. I can't even order a cup of milk tea! Can you... Can you help me buy

Morpheus' gaze darkened gradually.