Married a Secret Billionaire

"What's wrong? Am I scary?" Persephone chuckled. "Morpheus has already gone back to his place.We should head back, too."

"Mr. Orton... has left?"

"Yeah."

"How did he leave?"

Persephone smirked at her. "He jumped off the rooftop!"

Rebecca was stunned and instinctively glanced outside. The night was dark, making it hard to see anything. Persephone urged her into the car, and she hurriedly followed. As she crossed the threshold, she nearly stumbled.

Persephone looked at her from inside the car and chuckled. "I thought I'd have trouble in high heels, but who knew you'd stumble even in flats?"

"Sorry about that," Rebecca replied awkwardly, rushing into the car.

She sat in the passenger seat and caught a glimpse of Persephone's slightly flushed face in the rearview mirror.

"Ms. Hamerton, you must be happy tonight."

"It was alright."

"Did you drink tonight?"

will find fault with it as long as we return

out

Persephone leaned forward with a mischievous fox-like expression. "Then

"Ms—"

he loses points with my parents again, and you get a step closer to

at her in

you know why I brought you

speaking, but underneath

forced herself to stay calm but couldn't find words

you picked for me tonight is Morpheus' least favorite style." Persephone sneered. "And the high heels? He detests the sound of women's high heels.

you might

me finish!" Persephone's demeanor turned cold, her

things because you were his therapist. But you only know he dislikes them. Do you

but can't comprehend their past. Especially the