Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

"Persephone!" Christopher shouted, "You better make this clear to me today. Is that person treating you poorly?"

Persephone felt a splitting headache.

How could Morpheus possibly treat her poorly? It was just that his behavior tonight was really unusual.

Christopher stared quietly at her, not pressing for more. After a silent moment, he walked toward the door.

"I'll get a doctor here," he murmured. "Your injuries need immediate attention in case they get infected. Don't worry. I won't gossip about your injury. As for that person... If being with him is really exhausting for you, do you want to consider..."

"No!" Persephone's voice was resolute, making Christopher's heart clench.

"I understand your kind intentions and appreciate your concern for me." She looked up at him. "But being with him is not tiring for me at all. Today was just an accident. He wasn't like this before."

"Don't let your infatuation cloud your judgment and think he's perfect everywhere!" Christopher sighed. "By the way, could there be something he's hiding from you?"

"What?"

Southeast Aciatic, he changed?" Christopher raised a brow. "Did he

at

you know that there are spiritualists in our palace? How about you bring your boyfriend over and let a spiritualist

sound more and more

seriously, "The presence of spiritualists in the royal family has been a tradition

pushed him out, but inadvertently, she took his

Southeast Aciatic was rampant

rashly bring Morpheus to the palace. If she wanted to bring him, she would have to get his consent

bed, and

opened her eyes, instinctively reaching for her phone and finding numerous

all

to her, and his concern. He was afraid she was hurt, yet he was the one who had caused her pain the

heart softened. She called

hoarse, perhaps from a sleepless

to still be upset, coldly asking, "Why

"Sephy, I—"