Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Chapter 1954

Seamus stared at her blankly.

Yeah, he had crossed the line first, forgetting that Persephone was a pampered heiress from childhood. Which

heiress ever had a good temper?

However, during her time in Flinge, he had personally witnessed her change for Morpheus, leaving him feeling quite

uneasy.

Seamus silently lowered his head, saying nothing.

Persephone vented her frustrations at him, releasing pent-up emotions. However, upon reflection, a twinge of guilt

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crept in as she observed his current state.

"Alright, get out and wait for me!" she muttered. "You didn't really want to watch the match anyway. Why suffer? Go

outside and get some fresh air!"

Seamus glanced at her and coldly turned away.

As Persephone watched him vanish, a wave of guilt overwhelmed her once more.

At that moment, it felt like she had been divided into two parts—one tethered to Centrolis, the Hamertons, and

teenage years spent with Seamus. The other was solely devoted to the figure in the boxing ring.

She inhaled deeply, resting her forehead against her folded hands and closing her eyes. This was the way of prayer

she had adopted since arriving in Flinge.

She prayed in her heart, wishing for Morpheus' success in the match. She hoped that everything would unfold

smoothly for him henceforth and then... for him to erase her from his thoughts.

Cheers and shouts, like waves rising one after another, swept through the already small venue.

Morpheus stepped onto the ring, and his opponent on the other side flaunted his heavily tattooed arms as some

kind of demonstration. Meanwhile, his pierced lip curled into a devilish grin.

Morpheus gave him a cold glance.

This man, like Louis, was of mixed race, with the towering stature characteristic of individuals with diverse

backgrounds. Even before the match began, he strutted around like a wild beast in a cage.

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Amid the heat of the atmosphere, Morpheus remained cold. He silently watched his opponent, aware that drugs

likely fueled the man's excitement.

It didn't matter, though—he had taken them, too.

Morpheus chuckled, discarded the towel draped over him, and leaped into the boxing ring.

The uproar below was deafening. He glanced at the spectators. Though everything seemed a blur, he managed to

see Persephone sitting there quietly.

His heart twinged slightly. This would be his last time being this close to her.

The whistle blew, and the referee announced the start of the match.