Married a Secret Billionaire

Persephone's hand wandered up and down his body.

Morpheus grabbed her hand with a frown. He exerted too much force, causing her to let out a low gasp. He quickly let go and turned to look at her.

"Did I hurt you?"

Persephone pouted, turning her face away.

Morpheus stood there stiffly, not reacting for a while. Despite that, there was a restlessness within him, a raging tumult—his last bit of rationality felt fragile and almost laughable.

Persephone lowered her head, her face getting warmer. Outside, the rain poured heavily, but the temperature inside the cave shot up. Her heartbeat echoed loudly in her ears.

"Morpheus..." After a silent moment, she approached him again, placing her hands on his waist and resting her head against his solid chest.

Morpheus panicked, afraid she might sense something was not quite calm with him.

"Sephy, don't do this!"

"Don't you..."

"Not now!"

want to? But he couldn't. He feared

themselves in this situation would only

looked into her eyes, his voice low. "It will be after your studies —when I formally propose to

"I need to be

a soft, warm light

down. Once she regained composure, she chuckled, her cheeks flushed. She murmured, "You make it sound like I'm shamelessly

goose." Morpheus gently embraced her, also smiling. "Even if

his fingers through her long

have been his back in Flinge.

that once I finish my studies, you'll go to

"Mm."

"No backing out!"

I ever backed out on promises to

if my parents make things difficult

don't marry someone else, I'll marry