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!

want her to touch. Where others

he was ranting about, perhaps

much those words

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

this way about her, but does she

turned away without a

come back!"

doesn't matter,"

if she marries someone else? Does that

stunned, turning

"What did you say?"

on keeping her in Southeast Aciatic?" Rebecca wiped her tears. "It's because

finishes her studies in Southeast Aciatic, she'll become the royal designer and marry that boy, a prince from the royal family... He

she and you are not from

he sternly interrupted

just gazing at

Sephy's departing words echoed in his ears,

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