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 your

flashed through

yet his heart yearned for her to nurse

cared for

the harsh realities of life. Even a sliver of sunlight breaking through the clouds was precious to him. However, he knew that the

she said in a testing manner. "Let me

need," he

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

not understand?!" He suddenly raised his voice like a

shocked, looking at

the blanket and pillow and sleep

"What?"

to give you the room." He glanced at her. "Do as

"Morpheus..."

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

her best to

his eyes. "Didn't I ask you to