Married a Secret Billionaire

Rebecca was visibly upset as she confronted Morpheus. "You don't have to draw a line between us, right?"

Morpheus glanced at his phone. "I'll get you a taxi. Go home."

Her voice choked, and she asked, "Do you hate me so much?"

With his back turned, Morpheus behaved as coldly as if they were strangers.

Rebecca anticipated he wouldn't send her home himself, but she hoped at least for his assistant to send her home. Yet, he did none of that.

Calling a taxi, he treated her as if she were just another normal friend.

Tears welled up, and her emotions erupted. Fueled by the alcohol in her system, she shed the image of the rational and calm psychologist she was, finally expressing what she had been holding back.

"Morpheus, you and Persephone really don't suit each other."

"I've said that you can't judge whether we suit each other or not!" Morpheus was now angry. "Rebecca, I treat you as my friend, but don't cross the line!"

who crossed the

"Shut your mouth!"

picture on her

Persephone in the picture, dressed in a simple white T-shirt and jeans, smiling happily. Next to her was a young man who smiled as sweetly as she

she said softly. "She studies fireworks

learn from the pyrotechnicians, and the prince really found her

She chuckled. "She even

she's holding! Do you know how much that is?" Morpheus remained expressionless and

a smile. "It costs 40,000 dollars just for her to

he asked coldly. "The

You just can't stop loving her. But the two of you are from different worlds! She's

you move mountains for her graduation project like the prince does, gathering all of the pyrotechnicians from the

as much as you do! She already has