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!"

the one who crossed

"Shut your mouth!"

him, showing a picture on her phone. "Do you think she isn't

in the picture, dressed in a simple white T-shirt

together lately," she said softly.

a fireworks factory to learn from the pyrotechnicians, and

out." She chuckled. "She even had the prince working

holding! Do you know how much that is?"

costs 40,000

you done?" he asked coldly. "The taxi is arriving. You

him. "Morpheus... I know what you're thinking. You just can't stop loving her. But the two of you are from different worlds! She's playing with fireworks that cost 40,000 dollars each! Can you fulfill

her graduation project like the

as much as you do! She already has a change of heart, so why are you saving