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?"

wine," Persephone said softly. "No one will find fault

taking you out for a drink is

expression.

"Ms—"

with my parents again, and you

at her in

know why I brought

kept smiling while speaking, but underneath her eyes

forced herself to stay calm but couldn't find words to

know the outfit 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 knew all

you

turned cold, her gaze fixed

because you were his therapist. But you

psychology but can't comprehend their past. Especially the