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?”

gave her the look of someone looking at a fool. “If you step into the ring, you’ll be beaten to death, the boss will be in trouble, and

“You…”

His voice lowered as he tore off another chicken leg

her grandmother had just married him, he used to serve meat like

the chicken in her

Morpheus felt puzzled. For some reason, his heart began

the kitchen to grab a cold beer and

he muttered softly, “Tomorrow… I’ll

know what I

at her. “I’ll bring some from the restaurant tomorrow.” “Forget it.” She pouted suddenly. “Ah, I’m

put down her utensils, tentatively asking him, “I… I want to order takeout by myself, so you don’t have to

“Oh.” Morpheus grunted.

to please him, “So, you

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

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

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