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?”

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

“You…”

as he tore off another chicken leg

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

playing with the chicken in

puzzled. For some reason, his heart began

a cold beer and chugged it down, concealing his

softly, “Tomorrow… I’ll get you something you like to

I like to

tomorrow.” “Forget it.” She pouted suddenly. “Ah, I’m like a little cat or dog

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

“Oh.” Morpheus grunted.

tried to please him,

looked up at her. Agree to what?

Morpheus…” Persephone pressed on. “I have nothing here right now, and every day at home is so incredibly boring. I can’t even order

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