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."

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

the one who crossed

"Shut your mouth!"

walked to him, showing a picture on her phone. "Do you think she isn't crossing

moment, his heart seemed to skip a beat. It was Persephone in the picture, dressed in a simple white T-shirt and jeans, smiling happily. Next to her was a young man who smiled as sweetly

Southeast Aciatic. She said she's looking for a fireworks factory

she's out." She chuckled.

Do you know how much

expressionless

costs 40,000 dollars just

done?" he asked coldly. "The taxi is arriving. You

her. But the

you move mountains for her graduation project like the prince