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

"Shut your mouth!"

truth." She walked to him, showing a picture on her phone. "Do you

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

she said softly. "She studies

She said she's looking for a fireworks factory to learn from the pyrotechnicians, and the prince really

bodyguards whenever she's out." She chuckled. "She even had

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

costs 40,000 dollars just for

he asked coldly. "The taxi is arriving. You should

stop loving her. But the two

can, could you move mountains for her graduation project like the prince does, gathering all

"She doesn't love you as much as you do! She already has