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!

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

he was ranting about, perhaps still not

also knew how much those words

person who, unfortunately, fell for the wrong

her teeth. "You feel this way

away without a

come

doesn't matter," he

someone else? Does that not

was stunned, turning abruptly to

"What did you say?"

think the Hamertons insist on keeping her in Southeast Aciatic?" Rebecca wiped her tears.

the royal designer and marry that boy, a prince from

from the same world, but we

interrupted her

fell silent, just gazing at

departing words echoed in his ears, "Morpheus,

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