Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Rebecca was visibly upset as she confronted Morpheus. "You don't have to draw a line between us, right?"

Morpheus glanced at his phone. "I'll get you a taxi. Go home."

Her voice choked, and she asked, "Do you hate me so much?"

With his back turned, Morpheus behaved as coldly as if they were strangers.

Rebecca anticipated he wouldn't send her home himself, but she hoped at least for his assistant to send her home. Yet, he did none of that.

Calling a taxi, he treated her as if she were just another normal friend.

Tears welled up, and her emotions erupted. Fueled by the alcohol in her system, she shed the image of the rational and calm psychologist she was, finally expressing what she had been holding back.

"Morpheus, you and Persephone really don't suit each other."

each other or not!" Morpheus was

the one who crossed the

"Shut your mouth!"

telling the truth." She walked to him, showing a picture on her phone. "Do

beat. It was Persephone in the picture, dressed in a simple white T-shirt and jeans, smiling happily. Next to

design in Southeast Aciatic. She said she's looking for a fireworks factory to learn from the pyrotechnicians, and the prince really found her one and went with

more than bodyguards whenever she's out." She chuckled.

holding! Do you know how much

expressionless

smile. "It costs 40,000 dollars just for

coldly. "The

stop loving her. But the two of you

for her graduation project like