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!"

How could he not want to? But he couldn't.

themselves in this situation would only hurt

will be after your studies —when I formally propose

voice husky. "I need to be responsible for

a soft, warm

chuckled, her cheeks flushed. She murmured, "You make it

if you did

fingers through her long

wanted to do something to her, she would have been his back in Flinge. She was his

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

"Mm."

"No backing out!"

I ever backed out on

make things difficult

as you don't marry