Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Chapter 1929

"Sure!" Morpheus readily agreed. After a moment of being stunned, he chuckled to himself, wondering if he had

agreed too quickly.

Persephone pressed her lips together, pushing the stray strands of hair away from her forehead.

Meanwhile, Morpheus hastily rushed into his room, squatted in front of a cabinet in the corner, and rummaged

through it for a while.

Being alone for so long, he realized he didn't have anything presentable to give her as a memento. There were

either old boxing gloves or sportswear. On the balcony lay dumbbells and punching bags. He discovered that

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besides these, he had nothing else to offer.

He sighed softly and eventually came across an old photo—probably his only one. The photo was slightly yellowed.

He was in military attire, his gaze resolute and confident. Morpheus froze, his hand trembling slightly. After a while,

he stuffed the photo back deep into the drawer.

The next day, he took Persephone shopping, hoping to buy her something. He mentioned not having any souvenirs

and suggested she pick something herself.

The weather was good that day, but Persephone's mood wasn't as high-spirited. She counted the days until leaving

Flinge in her mind.

It was the first day, and the time she had with Morpheus was dwindling second by second. Suddenly, she felt like a

terminal patient, hopelessly waiting for that moment to arrive.

Morpheus took her to the mall, where the air conditioning was strong enough to keep her from feeling the hot sun

outside. It was a weekday, so there were few people in the mall during the day, leaving the vast space feeling

somewhat empty for Persephone.

She walked behind Morpheus, keeping half a body's distance from him. She gazed at his tall, straight figure, angular

profile, prominent nose... She observed how he walked, exuding a confident air, and how the sleeves of his T-shirt

hinted at hidden scars.

Persephone suddenly felt very sad.

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After returning to Centrolis, he would just be a dream to her.

She bit her lip and summoned the courage to reach for his hand, but he turned to her at that moment with a gentle

smile. "Do you like this dress?"

Persephone was stunned, realizing he had brought her to a boutique. She shook her head silently and walked away.

Morpheus followed, then pointed at a bag displayed in the storefront, asking if she wanted it.

Persephone still shook her head.

He became a bit flustered, wanting to buy her something, but she refused everything.

"You said you wanted me to give you something." He grabbed her. "But if you don't want this or that, how can I give

you anything?"