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…”

tore off another chicken leg for her. “Too

grandfather hid his identity and her

smiled, playing with the chicken in her

her smiling gaze, Morpheus felt puzzled. For some reason, his heart began

kitchen to grab a cold beer

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

I like to

cuisine.” He glanced at her. “I’ll bring some from the restaurant tomorrow.” “Forget it.” She pouted suddenly. “Ah, I’m like a little cat or dog you keep at home,

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

“Oh.” Morpheus grunted.

to please him,

what?

Persephone pressed on. “I have nothing here right now, and every day at home is so incredibly boring.

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