Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

"What's wrong? Am I scary?" Persephone chuckled. "Morpheus has already gone back to his place. We should head back, too."

"Mr. Orton... has left?"

"Yeah."

"How did he leave?"

Persephone smirked at her. "He jumped off the rooftop!"

Rebecca was stunned and instinctively glanced outside. The night was dark, making it hard to see anything. Persephone urged her into the car, and she hurriedly followed. As she crossed the threshold, she nearly stumbled.

Persephone looked at her from inside the car and chuckled. "I thought I'd have trouble in high heels, but who knew you'd stumble even in flats?"

"Sorry about that," Rebecca replied awkwardly, rushing into the car.

She sat in the passenger seat and caught a glimpse of Persephone's slightly flushed face in the rearview mirror.

must be

"It was alright."

"Did you drink tonight?"

said softly. "No one will find fault with it as

you out

mischievous fox-like expression. "Then tell my parents

"Ms—"

he loses points with my parents again, and you get a step closer to

stared at

why I brought you

while speaking, but underneath her eyes lay

calm but couldn't find words to

is Morpheus' least favorite style." Persephone sneered. "And the high heels? He detests the sound of women's high heels. You

Hamerton, you

me finish!" Persephone's demeanor turned cold, her gaze fixed

he dislikes these things because you were his therapist. But