Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

"Book a ticket to Southeast Aciatic for me," Morpheus instructed, turning to his
assistant. "Please take care of the club for me in the meantime."

Christopher stood by Persephone's side as she pulled an all-nighter working on
the design draft. He smiled as he observed her deep in thought, occasionally
sighing.

He offered her a cup of hot chocolate and warmly said, "I remembered that you
like sweet things. Sweet food lifts one's mood. Will you drink some?"

"No need, thanks," she replied with a smile.

"Are you on a diet?"

"No!"

"Then..."

He still held the hot chocolate, realizing she refused it because of that man.
Chuckling at himself, he put the drink away.

"Sephy, is he that amazing?" he asked softly.

"Of course he is," she replied without looking up, completely focused on the draft.
He didn't press further. He had heard that the man didn't have a great
background in Flinge, often appearing at underground rings and having
connections with gangs in the chaotic city filled with sex and violence.

Could such a man truly deserve Persephone?

"I'm finally done!" she exclaimed, stretching her exhausted body.

Despite her weariness, she couldn't hide her excitement.

Christopher congratulated her. Just as he was about to suggest a midnight movie
to help her relax, she picked up her phone to make a video call.

He knew she was calling that man, so he left quietly.

Persephone screamed happily as soon as the call connected, "I finished the
project!”

Morpheus looked at her gently, the starry night behind him.

"Hmm?" She was stunned. "Is it nighttime in Centrolis as well?"

He smiled quietly and turned the phone around, revealing beautiful, tiny flowers
on the screen— exclusive to the streets of Southeast Aciatic, a popular attraction
there.

Persephone stared at him blankly before calling out his name, "Morpheus..." "I'm
here."

The two words were like a giant wave that washed her into a sea of joy.

"What did you say?"

"I said I'm here for you."

He smiled as brightly as the stars above his head.

What he said left her incoherent. "W-Why are you here? D-Didn't you say that
you don't like Southeast Aciatic? D-Didn't you."

"I'm sorry, Sephy." His voice was deep with the electric charisma that was
exclusive to him. "I didn't consider your feelings. You needed company, but I was
so stubborn.

"I understand it now. If I insisted not to come, what if someone took you away
one day?"

"Nonsense!" Her eyes became teary when she smiled. "Am I like that to you?"
"No, but I can't let someone else's care surpass mine."

"Where are you now, Morpheus?" She ran outside in excitement. "I'll pick you up.
Wait for me!"

The screen moved, and he could see her running out of her room to the
courtyard.

It was the palace in the night behind her.

His heart squeezed as he clenched his fist. He couldn't stop shaking. He had
been fighting the moment he landed in Southeast Aciatic—fighting himself and
the terrifying dream.