Married a Secret Billionaire
Chapter 1907

Persephone was frozen in place. Morpheus' imposing presence made her heart race. Despite his lack of expression, his calm demeanor was more terrifying than a fierce expression. "No, no..." Her voice trembled. "I just wanted to contact my family to reassure them!"

"Once you connect with your family, can you guarantee they won't call the police?" Each word seemed like ice coming out of Morpheus' mouth. "With communication so advanced now, once you send a signal, the authorities will definitely track this place down!"

Persephone looked at him nervously, her heart pounding.

"This place is entangled with various powers. It's not as simple as making a police call to resolve things! If calling the police could get you home, I would've done it the first day I met you!"

"I didn't mean to-" Persephone's eyes welled up, tears streaming down. "Let go, it hurts!"

Morpheus paused as he realized he was clutching her slender arm, leaving red marks.

He released his grip. Persephone wriggled backward, leaping to the couch like she was escaping a demon. She huddled up as she looked at him in terror.

At that moment, a faint light emitted from the pendant on the red string she wore.

Persephone froze. She didn't want him to notice it, so she instinctively used her hand to shield it.

However, this gesture caught Morpheus' eye, causing his brow to furrow slightly. Did she cherish that string so much? Even after being hurt, she still protected it? In that case, the person who gifted it to her must bear an unusual weight in her heart...

Morpheus took a deep breath.

The atmosphere in the room became extremely tense.

After a while, he returned to his room with a bottle of spray.

Persephone didn't know what he was up to. All she saw was Morpheus suddenly extending his hand as if he was about to grab her, and she shrieked in terror.

"You..." Morpheus glared at her. "Come here!"

"What do you want?!"

"Give me your hand!" Morpheus' voice was stern.

Persephone burst into tears. At the same time, she felt the couch sink slightly beside her, and a warm, broad hand covered her wrist. His movement was forceful yet gentle, clasping her small hand in his palm. Before she could react, a soothing coolness spread across her wrist.

An herbal scent filled the air.

Morpheus gently massaged her wrist as if dealing with a disobedient little cat.

"This spray is for treating bruises." He spoke softly. "I... I hurt your wrist, so..."

He paused, finding it difficult to apologize as he had never apologized to anyone in his life. Eventually, he looked into her eyes and said, "I'm sorry."

Persephone's heart jolted. She tried to retract her hand, but his large palm enveloped her small one firmly. She could only let him massage and soothe her hand.

"It's... It's not that serious," she murmured. "It just hurts a bit. Not enough to be considered 'bruised"."

Morpheus remained silent, continuing his actions on her hand.

He knew it wasn't that serious. In truth, he only took this chance to hold her hand...

The moment this thought crossed his mind, he felt dirty, and his heartbeat became irregular. Glancing at her, he suddenly released her hand. Persephone was caught off guard.

"That's enough." He turned his face away. "Don't worry. There won't be any red marks on your wrist."

"Oh..." Persephone sat quietly on the couch, no longer mentioning anything about wanting a phone.

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