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,

“You…”

voice lowered as he tore off another chicken leg for her.

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 meat like this to her,

smiled, playing with the

felt puzzled. For some reason,

grab a cold beer and chugged it

I’ll get you something you like to

what I like

restaurant tomorrow.” “Forget it.” She pouted suddenly. “Ah, I’m like

I want to order takeout by

“Oh.” Morpheus grunted.

tried to please him,

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 cup of milk tea! Can you… Can you help me

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