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

out for a drink

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

"Ms—"

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

stared at her

you know why I brought

smiling while speaking, but underneath her eyes lay

calm but couldn't

me tonight is Morpheus' least favorite style." Persephone sneered. "And the high

Hamerton, you

demeanor turned

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

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