Married a Secret Billionaire

“Freshly roasted.” He tore off a drumstick and handed it to her. “Eat up!”

Persephone was momentarily stunned. It seemed like he was always serving either chicken or beef. Did he have a grudge against these animals from his past life?

Morpheus ripped into the chicken breast, eating voraciously. He glanced at her and couldn’t help but frown. Watching Persephone eat was genuinely concerning.

“Don’t like it?”

“Hmm?” Persephone was taken aback.

Her genuine feeling was: ‘Actually, not a fan.’

But her mind reminded her, ‘Watch your words. You’re not on par with this rugged guy!’

As such, she started with a sweet smile. “You seem… to really enjoy these, huh?”

“Can’t say I’m particularly fond of them,” Morpheus replied nonchalantly. “Chicken and beef are rich in protein. That’s how every boxer eats.”

“Are you trying to train me into a boxer?”

of someone looking at a fool. “If you step into the ring, you’ll be beaten to death, the boss will be

“You…”

as he tore off another chicken leg

stories Cordelia told about Zephyr’s younger days. When her grandfather hid his identity and her grandmother had just married him, he used to serve

smiled, playing with the chicken

smiling gaze, Morpheus felt puzzled. For

to the kitchen to grab a cold beer and chugged it

while, he muttered softly, “Tomorrow… I’ll get you something you like

what I

some from the restaurant tomorrow.” “Forget it.” She pouted suddenly. “Ah, I’m like a little cat or dog you keep at home, just waiting for you to

order takeout by myself, so you don’t have to worry about me. I can eat what

“Oh.” Morpheus grunted.

tried to please him, “So, you

up at her. Agree to what? Her ordering takeout? Could she

day at home is so incredibly boring. I can’t even order a cup of milk tea! Can you… Can you

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