Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

"No way!" Christopher smirked, glancing at Morpheus. "To him, you're his only princess! I just got lucky for the princess carry, thanks to you!"

"Yeah, at least you're self-aware!" Persephone nodded, rubbing her chin.

"We've known each other for so long! What kind of person do you think I am?" Christopher laughed. "I can be a bit shameless at times, but..."

But upon learning that the one she loved was the unbeatable god of war, he willingly stepped back, offering his blessings with a smile.

"Okay, okay. You two stop crowding around me!" Christopher waved his hand. "Sephy needs more rest, and I'd like to get some more sleep, too! Once we heal, let's go out and have some fun together!"

"You're still thinking about fun?" Morpheus' deep voice intervened with a wry smile. "With the factory explosion incident, the royal family is furious and will thoroughly investigate it. Many people will probably be coming to talk to you both in the next few days. After all, you two are the most directly involved parties."

"True..." Christopher scratched his head. "How did the factory suddenly explode? Even though there were security lapses, it shouldn't have resulted in such a serious accident!"

"Security lapses are just one aspect." Morpheus' gaze grew serious. "Someone tampering behind the scenes is the main issue."

"Have you found out anything?"

glint of determination flickering in his deep

that person must

room, carefully laying her on

smiled. "I'm not actually in pain. I can

lowered his

earlier. If he had stayed by her side that day, he would have been more

all because he was afraid of

tucking the bedsheet for Persephone. The more helpless one felt, the

tried to seem.

blocked, she could sense that Morpheus might be

"Morpheus..."

out to touch him, and he held her hand, pressing her palm against his face. "Are you crying?" Persephone was surprised. "Don't be like this! I'm fine, you

my fault for not protecting

"It's not your fault!"

been with you." Morpheus lifted his head, his slightly reddened eyes a pitiful sight. "Why do