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."

was now angry. "Rebecca, I treat you as my friend, but

who crossed the

"Shut your mouth!"

showing a picture on

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

softly. "She studies fireworks design in Southeast Aciatic. She said she's looking for a fireworks factory to learn from the pyrotechnicians, and the

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

firework she's holding! Do you

expressionless

costs 40,000 dollars just for her to

coldly. "The taxi

just don't want to face reality!" She walked to him. "Morpheus... I know what you're thinking. You just can't stop loving her. But the two of you are from different worlds! She's playing with fireworks that cost

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