Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Persephone froze as she gazed at Morpheus.

He bore numerous wounds, spanning from his neck down to the back of his feet. Positioned with his back to the bathroom door, he appeared to be tending to an injury on his back.

Bruises, swelling, cuts...

There were bruises and patches of dried blood, silently proclaiming to the world that he had endured a brutal and vicious battle.

Yet, at the shopping mall, he had displayed nothing.

It turned out he had been suppressing his pain.

Persephone felt a jolt in her heart. Her hand, covering her mouth, slowly dropped.

"Aren't you... sleeping?" he asked.

"I woke up," she said softly. "Your wounds."

"It's nothing."

Morpheus seemed calm, but his heart was in turmoil. Grabbing his clothes quietly, he accidentally aggravated the wounds on his back in his haste.

bit his lip, striving to endure

tend to your wounds!" Persephone

stunned—doubt flashed

yet

for

sunlight breaking through the clouds was precious to him. However, he knew that the thing he cherished belonged to another world,

in a testing manner. "Let me

need," he

continued a moment later. "It's no trouble at all. I'm relying

not understand?!" He suddenly raised

looking

blanket and pillow and sleep in the

"What?"

wanted to give you the room." He

"Morpheus..."

stood there helplessly, clueless about his sudden drastic change. Despite her good intentions, he made her

tried her best to hold them back

eyes. "Didn't I ask you to