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."

can't judge whether we suit each other or not!" Morpheus was now angry. "Rebecca, I treat you

the one who

"Shut your mouth!"

truth." She walked to him, showing a picture on her phone. "Do you think

it. At that very moment, his heart seemed to skip a beat. It was Persephone in the picture, dressed in a simple white T-shirt and

spending time together lately," she said softly. "She studies fireworks design in Southeast Aciatic. She said she's looking for

bodyguards whenever she's out." She

the firework she's holding! Do you know how

remained expressionless and

"It costs 40,000 dollars just for her

he asked coldly. "The

You just can't stop loving her. But the two of you are from different worlds! She's playing with fireworks

you can, could you move mountains for her graduation project like the prince does, gathering