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.

was good that day, but Persephone's mood wasn't as high-spirited. She counted the days until leaving Flinge in her

dwindling second by second. Suddenly, she felt like a terminal patient, hopelessly

sun outside. It was a weekday, so there were few people in the mall during the day, leaving the vast space feeling somewhat empty

distance from him. She gazed at his tall, straight figure, angular profile, prominent nose... She

suddenly felt very

Centrolis, he would just be

the courage to reach for his hand, but he turned to her at that

realizing he had brought her to a boutique. She

followed, then pointed at a bag displayed in the storefront, asking if she

still shook her

wanting to buy her something, but she

give you something." He grabbed her. "But