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

out for

with a mischievous fox-like expression. "Then tell my parents

"Ms—"

that case, he loses points with my parents again, and you get

at

why I

smiling while speaking, but underneath her eyes

forced herself to stay calm but couldn't find

least favorite style." Persephone sneered. "And the high heels? He detests the sound of women's high heels. You knew

you might

Persephone's demeanor turned cold, her gaze

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

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