Married a Secret Billionaire

Morpheus put the gun away, but he was quite upset. "How did you get in?"

"Your assistant has a spare key, right?"

"Didn't my assistant tell you I don't like people entering my home?!" His tone was stern, and he looked quite unpleasant.

Rebecca stood there, flustered, biting her lip tightly.

She had laid out an entire breakfast spread. Perhaps she did not know his preferences and had cooked various dishes—a nutritious and colorful assortment.

Despite seeing it all, he couldn't feel any happiness.

"Morpheus..." Her voice choked. "You always say you don't like being touched, having people in your home, this and that... But why..."

"Why can Sephy?" He raised his voice. "Because I like her!"

Rebecca looked up at me, her eyes red.

"Do you get it now?" He stressed each word. "I like her. Regardless of whether she returns or not, I'll only like her in this lifetime! I'm a hypocrite, treating others one way and her another, because I like her!

"What others can't touch, I want her to touch. Where others can't enter, I wish for her to be here every day!"

Morpheus didn't know what he was ranting about, perhaps still not completely sober from last night.

also knew how much those words hurt

wrong. She was a good person who, unfortunately, fell for the

about her?" Rebecca gritted her teeth. "You feel this way about

turned away without a

won't come

it doesn't matter,"

else? Does that not matter,

turning abruptly to face

"What did you say?"

the Hamertons insist on keeping her in Southeast Aciatic?" Rebecca wiped her tears. "It's because they've arranged for her

become the royal designer and marry that boy, a prince from the royal family... He comes with titles and

not from the

he sternly interrupted her

fell silent, just gazing at

chaos, Sephy's departing words echoed in his ears, "Morpheus,