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?"

fault with it as long as we return to the palace

out for a drink

mischievous fox-like expression. "Then tell my parents he's corrupting

"Ms—"

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

stared at her

I

underneath her

herself to stay calm but

style." Persephone sneered. "And the high heels? He detests the

you

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

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

might understand others' psychology but can't comprehend their past. Especially