Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

"Sure!" Morpheus readily agreed. After a moment of being stunned, he chuckled to himself, wondering if he had agreed too quickly.

Persephone pressed her lips together, pushing the stray strands of hair away from her forehead.

Meanwhile, Morpheus hastily rushed into his room, squatted in front of a cabinet in the corner, and rummaged through it for a while.

Being alone for so long, he realized he didn't have anything presentable to give her as a memento. There were either old boxing gloves or sportswear. On the balcony lay dumbbells and punching bags. He discovered that besides these, he had nothing else to offer.

He sighed softly and eventually came across an old photo—probably his only one. The photo was slightly yellowed. He was in military attire, his gaze resolute and confident. Morpheus froze, his hand trembling slightly. After a while, he stuffed the photo back deep into the drawer.

-

The next day, he took Persephone shopping, hoping to buy her something. He mentioned not having any souvenirs and suggested she pick something herself.

wasn't as high-spirited. She counted the

the time she had with Morpheus was dwindling second by second. Suddenly, she

was strong enough to keep her from feeling the hot sun outside. It was a weekday, so there

half a body's distance from him. She gazed at his tall, straight figure, angular profile, prominent nose... She observed how he walked, exuding a confident air,

suddenly felt

he would

bit her lip and summoned the courage to reach for his hand, but he turned to

was stunned, realizing he had brought her to a boutique. She shook

a bag displayed in

shook

bit flustered, wanting to buy her something, but

said you wanted me to give you something." He grabbed her. "But if you don't want this or that, how