Married a Secret Billionaire

Morpheus' POV:

'I didn't respond to her words. I simply said a brief goodnight and hung up.

'She doesn't know that I've seen those fireflies before. When I was young, my surroundings were full of them. She also doesn't know how well acquainted I am with the Southeast Aciatic palace, even more than my own home.

'She's unaware that in moments of despair on the battlefield when I nearly lost my life, I glimpsed those fireflies. They seemed to fly before my eyes as if leading me away and taking me to hell for judgment by fire.

'As someone with hands stained with blood, I'm probably meant for hell.

'I smiled, lying in bed. I intended to sleep early, but that night felt incredibly long, haunted by one nightmare after another. I was back in that place where blood flowed like a river...

'I saw my father fading away before me, eventually turning into a bright spot. On closer inspection, it was a firefly with its wings spread.

'I was startled awake from the dream, hastily grabbed some medicine from the drawer, and tremblingly swallowed it.

'The next day, I visited a psychologist.

'Her name is Rebecca Jacox, a member of the Hamerton Group's medical team. She has only graduated a few years ago and is one of the younger doctors on the team. Due to her limited experience, she couldn't join the core team and has to follow a mentor, handling relatively straightforward cases.

chance once. The club's match had ended, my boxers undoubtedly achieving grand slams, and the club had profited

without any defense. I was drowning

me to the infirmary,

That day.

the medicine, Morpheus felt much better. His breathing gradually steadied, and he softly asked her,

smiled, offering me a cup of warm

somatic symptoms caused by psychological issues," she said. "I'm a psychologist. How could I not understand? Don't worry. What I

had no reason not

in Flinge, Morpheus had also visited

was right. The somatic reactions caused by psychological issues were exactly

"Thank you," he said.

With her long hair flowing and her being in a white dress

Morpheus grew closer

increasing nightmares, he would visit her counseling room. They barely spoke. He would lie on the recliner, eyes closed, while she sat behind her desk, recording his every move with a camera it was a standard procedure for