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

restraining themselves in this situation would

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

"I need to

eyes, radiating a soft, warm light

gradually calmed down. Once she regained composure, she chuckled, her cheeks flushed. She murmured,

"Even if you

fingers through her

his back in Flinge. She was his cherished treasure, and while he desired

"You promised that once I finish my studies,

"Mm."

"No backing out!"

out

my parents make

don't marry someone else,