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?"

red wine," Persephone said softly. "No one will find fault with it as long as we return to the palace

out for

expression. "Then

"Ms—"

that case, he loses points with my parents again,

stared at her in

why I brought you

kept smiling while speaking, but underneath her eyes lay a

calm but couldn't find words

outfit you picked for me tonight is Morpheus' least favorite style." Persephone sneered. "And the high

you might

demeanor turned cold,

he dislikes these things because you were his therapist. But you only

others' psychology but can't comprehend their past.