Married a Secret Billionaire

Chapter 2022

Persephone's hand wandered up and down his body.

Morpheus grabbed her hand with a frown. He exerted too much force, causing her to let out a low

gasp. He quickly let go and turned to look at her.

"Did I hurt you?"

Persephone pouted, turning her face away.

Morpheus stood there stiffly, not reacting for a while. Despite that, there was a restlessness within him,

a raging tumult—his last bit of rationality felt fragile and almost laughable. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Persephone lowered her head, her face getting warmer. Outside, the rain poured heavily, but the

temperature inside the cave shot up. Her heartbeat echoed loudly in her ears.

"Morpheus..." After a silent moment, she approached him again, placing her hands on his waist and

resting her head against his solid chest.

Morpheus panicked, afraid she might sense something was not quite calm with him.

"Sephy, don't do this!"

"Don't you..."

"Not now!"

Morpheus grasped her shoulders. How could he not want to? But he couldn't. He feared hurting her.

Not restraining themselves in this situation would only hurt her.

"Even if I desire you, it can't be now!" He looked into her eyes, his voice low. "It will be after your

studies —when I formally propose to your parents and marry you through proper rituals! On our

wedding night!

"Sephy..." He swallowed, his voice husky. "I need to be responsible for you!"

Persephone blinked her beautiful eyes, radiating a soft, warm light that brightened the cave.

She gradually calmed down. Once she regained composure, she chuckled, her cheeks flushed. She

murmured, "You make it sound like I'm shamelessly begging you..."

"Silly goose." Morpheus gently embraced her, also smiling. "Even if you did something to me, I trust

you'd take responsibility."

Morpheus ran his fingers through her long hair.

If he had truly wanted to do something to her, she would have been his back in Flinge. She was his

cherished treasure, and while he desired her, he feared hurting her.

"Morpheus..." Persephone said softly, "You promised that once I finish my studies, you'll go to my home

for the proposal!"

"Mm."

"No backing out!"

"Have I ever backed out on promises to you?"

"What if my parents make things difficult for you?"

He chuckled. "As long as you don't marry someone else, I'll marry you sooner or later."

Persephone was startled. "Did... Did you misunderstand something?"

"What?"

"About me and Christopher." She bit her lip. "I know there have been rumors lately, but between him

and me—"

Before she could finish, Morpheus' fervent lips pressed against hers. His kiss carried a possessive

dominance, engulfing her like a tidal wave.

Persephone felt delirious. Only when she began to pant did he reluctantly release her.

"I never believe in what's said outside," he whispered in her ear. "I only believe in you."

"Morpheus..."

"The rain has stopped. I'll take you back."