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.

Hamerton, you must be happy

"It was alright."

"Did you drink tonight?"

one will find fault with it as long as

you out for a drink

leaned forward with a mischievous fox-like expression. "Then tell

"Ms—"

again, and you get a step closer to

stared at her in

I

speaking, but underneath

herself to stay calm but couldn't

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

you

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

because you were his therapist. But