Married a Secret Billionaire

"Persephone!" Christopher shouted, "You better make this clear to me today. Is that person treating you poorly?"

Persephone felt a splitting headache.

How could Morpheus possibly treat her poorly? It was just that his behavior tonight was really unusual.

Christopher stared quietly at her, not pressing for more. After a silent moment, he walked toward the door.

"I'll get a doctor here," he murmured. "Your injuries need immediate attention in case they get infected. Don't worry. I won't gossip about your injury. As for that person... If being with him is really exhausting for you, do you want to consider..."

"No!" Persephone's voice was resolute, making Christopher's heart clench.

"I understand your kind intentions and appreciate your concern for me." She looked up at him. "But being with him is not tiring for me at all. Today was just an accident. He wasn't like this before."

"Don't let your infatuation cloud your judgment and think he's perfect everywhere!" Christopher sighed.

"By the way, could there be something he's hiding from you?"

"What?"

"You said he wasn't like this before... which means, as soon as he came to Southeast Aciatic, he changed?" Christopher raised a brow. "Did he get possessed when he arrived in Southeast Aciatic?"

Persephone glared at him disapprovingly.

you know that there are spiritualists in our palace? How about you bring your boyfriend over

making things sound more

of spiritualists in the royal family has been a tradition for hundreds of years. It's just

but inadvertently, she

rampant with sorcery. Sometimes, these mysterious things couldn't

Morpheus to the palace. If she wanted to bring him, she

bed, and

slowly opened her eyes, instinctively reaching for her phone and

all from

to her, and his concern. He was afraid she was hurt, yet he was

Persephone read them, her heart softened. She called Morpheus,

voice was hoarse, perhaps from a sleepless

the sound of his voice, Persephone's heart fluttered slightly. She pretended to still be upset, coldly asking, "Why did you send me so