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!

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

was ranting about, perhaps still not

knew how much those words

done anything wrong. She was a good person who, unfortunately, fell

"You feel this way about

turned away without a

won't come

doesn't matter,"

marries someone else?

was stunned, turning abruptly to

"What did you say?"

insist on keeping her in Southeast Aciatic?" Rebecca

Aciatic, she'll become the royal designer and marry

from the same world,

he sternly interrupted

silent, just gazing

Sephy's departing words echoed in his ears, "Morpheus,

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