Married a Secret Billionaire
Chapter 1901

"Then... how should I respond?"

Morpheus straightened up, unsure whether to frown or smile at the naive girl before him.

"They'll definitely inquire about what you did with me tonight," he said.

Persephone blushed and shrank into herself.

So, should she say he was great? She was inexperienced and didn't quite get these things, but in those romance novels she had secretly read before, the male leads were usually described as "great."... "Oh, I see," she murmured, her voice tiny like a mosquito.

"You might not fully understand." Morpheus lowered his head to look at her, emphasizing each word. "You need to tell Kourtney, I'm short, small, and quick. I'm done before three minutes is even up. And I look strong, but I'm actually not strong at all!"

"Huh?" Persephone widened her eyes, involuntarily gasping. She stupidly looked at him, noticing a mischievous smirk on his handsome face.

Short, small, and quick, done before three minutes... Even though inexperienced, she knew what he meant. Her face turned crimson, not just her cheeks but her ears and the base of her neck.

"What's wrong?" Morpheus was puzzled. "It's just a few words. Is it that hard to say?"

"It's not... You..." Persephone muttered, "It's just that what you said is a bit... too..."

She wanted to say "explicit", but changed it to "crude."

Morpheus chuckled. "I'm a rough person. How eloquent do you expect me to be?"

"Okay, okay," Persephone sighed helplessly. "But..."

"What about it?"

"Doesn't it hurt your pride?"

Morpheus was taken aback, unable to decide whether to laugh or cry.

Compared to his pride, he didn't want to be bothered by women like Kourtney. Moreover, thanks to her, he had already earned a reputation. Did these few words matter?

"I don't care." Morpheus turned around, squatting to pack up the duffel bag on the floor. Inside were his things for matches. He took out his boxing gloves, shorts, and towels and placed them in a basket near the washing machine.

"This is my life." He shrugged. "Matches, money, and signing life-or-death contracts.

"I don't care how others see me, and I have no intention of finding a woman. So, this little thing won't hurt my pride."

Persephone said nothing.

"Then..." She asked again after a while, "What if others look down on you?"

"I already said I don't care."

"But you just said if I stay with you, you'll protect me! So if someone looks down on you for this, how will you protect me?"

"What do you mean?" Morpheus raised an eyebrow, smirking. "You want to see if I can do it? Then tell them your true feelings?"

Persephone was dumbfounded, and the blush she had just managed to fade returned.

Morpheus laughed heartily, then walked over to her. He suddenly had the urge to pat her head, like how some people feel like petting cute cats or dogs, but he suppressed it. "Don't worry." His voice was rough yet gentle. "Even if I'm not good at anything else, I have a strong punch. They will gossip about me but won't dare to mess with me!" Persephone's tense nerves slowly relaxed. She looked up, meeting his calm gaze, and found a strong sense of determination within them that calmed her heart.

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