Married a Secret Billionaire

Chapter 2009

Persephone wore a look of concern as she inched closer to Morpheus. "D-Do you not like it?"

Just then, the final firework illuminated the sky brightly.

She had designed it especially for him. The silver sparks gleamed like a thousand stars, with two letters

shining brightest in the middle—MY.

"Morpheus, see the 'MY' in the middle?" She smiled. "I designed that for you!

"Do you like it?

"Morpheus?"

Morpheus stood frozen, like a cold sculpture.

His heart pounded, but he could only hear the flying bullets in the battle—a haunting echo of his troop's

last scream at the battle's end.

It was his father's final bellow of despair. NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

Morpheus covered his ears and squatted down weakly, his head throbbing with pain.

"No... No."

"Morpheus!"

Persephone was shocked by what she saw. She attempted to hug him, but he pushed her away.

Despite being wounded from the push, she ignored it and tried to embrace him again.

"What's wrong, Morpheus? You're scaring me!"

He trembled and sweated as if his soul was being devoured by a terrifying wave.

"Morpheus!"

Persephone choked.

The fireworks continued in the sky, but the person in front of her seemed unable to enjoy them.

"What's wrong? Do you not feel well? Talk to me! Morpheus."

He pushed her again!

This time, Persephone couldn't hold back and started wailing.

Meanwhile, the man who used to care for her even when she frowned did nothing at that moment.

Persephone returned to the palace looking beaten.

She sat on the couch upon her arrival. A ghastly helplessness crawled toward her heart like a vine.

A maid brought her supper, but Persephone had no appetite. She shook her head in exhaustion.

Just then, a voice came from outside. "How was the date?"

Persephone looked up forcefully and saw Christopher entering with a smile while holding a small cake.

"The pastry chef just made this. You won't find it anywhere else! Would you like to try it?"

She remained silent.

Noticing she was moody, he thought he wouldn't ask her since she didn't tell.

"Did he like the fireworks? Hey, did you tell him that I put a lot of effort into it? Although I didn't help with

the design, I was the one who got people to set it off. And—"

Persephone glanced at him helplessly. "Can you leave me alone?"

Christopher smiled awkwardly and told her to rest well. As he was leaving, he was shocked to notice

wounds on her!

There were scratches of various intensities on her arm, wrist, and palm!

"Persephone?" He looked aghast. "Didn't you go on a date?!"

"What?"

She was startled as he rushed toward her.

Ignoring what she said, he grabbed her hand as soon as he reached her.

Persephone pushed him away, and he accidentally touched her wound as they struggled.

She exclaimed from the pain.

"What's this..." He was in disbelief. "Who did this to you?"

"No! I fell on my own!"

"Where did you go to have this happen to you?"

"Just leave me alone!"