Morpheus put the gun away, but he was quite upset. "How did you get in?"

"Your assistant has a spare key, right?"

"Didn't my assistant tell you I don't like people entering my home?!" His tone was stern, and he looked quite unpleasant.

Rebecca stood there, flustered, biting her lip tightly.

She had laid out an entire breakfast spread. Perhaps she did not know his preferences and had cooked various dishes—a nutritious and colorful assortment.

Despite seeing it all, he couldn't feel any happiness.

"Morpheus..." Her voice choked. "You always say you don't like being touched, having people in your home, this and that... But why..."

"Why can Sephy?" He raised his voice. "Because I like her!"

Rebecca looked up at me, her eyes red.

"Do you get it now?" He stressed each word. "I like her. Regardless of whether she returns or not, I'll only like her in this lifetime! I'm a hypocrite, treating others one way and her another, because I like her!

I want her to touch. Where others can't enter,

know what he was ranting about, perhaps

also knew how much those words hurt

who, unfortunately, fell for

Rebecca gritted her teeth. "You feel this way about her, but does she feel

away without

come back!" Rebecca

it doesn't matter," he

marries someone else? Does that not

turning abruptly to face

"What did you say?"

on keeping her in Southeast Aciatic?" Rebecca

royal designer and marry that boy, a prince from the

not from the same world, but

sternly interrupted

just gazing

echoed in his ears, "Morpheus, you

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