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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."

Morpheus was now angry. "Rebecca, I treat you as

who

"Shut your mouth!"

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

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

Southeast Aciatic. She said she's looking for a fireworks factory to learn from the

has more than bodyguards whenever she's out." She chuckled. "She even had the prince working

holding! Do you know how much that

remained expressionless

40,000 dollars just for her to experiment

coldly. "The taxi is

stop loving her. But the two of you are from different worlds! She's playing with fireworks that

project like the prince does, gathering all of the pyrotechnicians