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.

his lip, striving to

me tend to your

stunned—doubt flashed through his

his distance, yet

one had ever cared for him or

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

can't reach your back," she said in a testing manner. "Let me

he rejected

reluctantly continued a moment later. "It's no trouble

understand?!" He suddenly raised his voice like a wild

shocked, looking at him

the blanket and pillow and sleep

"What?"

room." He glanced at her. "Do

"Morpheus..."

drastic change. Despite her good intentions, he

welled up in her eyes, and she tried her best to hold them

widened his eyes. "Didn't I ask you to go to the