Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Rebecca froze, an instant chill running down her spine.

In a panic, she mentally reviewed everything. Though she liked Morpheus,
Persephone had been in Southeast Aciatic at that time. They had been
separated, so there was no way Persephone could have known about her
interest in Morpheus.

Rebecca composed herself. Maybe her panic was just due to feeling guilty.
Given Persephone's intellect, she wouldn't suspect a thing.

"Rebecca, why are you standing there? Let's go together," Persephone urged.
"Oh..." Rebecca responded. "Ms. Hamerton, maybe I shouldn't come. It's your
date with Mr. Orton. It might not be appropriate for me to tag along."

"Why does that matter?" Persephone smiled innocently. "You're my personal
assistant. Naturally, you're responsible for my every move. It's not inappropriate
for you to be with me."

Ms—"

"Let's go." Persephone took her hand. "You probably haven't met Morpheus,
have you?"

Rebecca's face fell. For some reason, she felt that there seemed to be something
more beneath the surface despite Persephone’s smile.

To her surprise, she noticed that while Persephone was wearing high heels and
walking this distance, she moved steadily. She had assumed that Persephone
wouldn't handle high heels well, that she might stumble outside and embarrass
herself in front of Morpheus.

"Hey, what's up with you?" Persephone kept smiling. "You look off. Is something
bothering you?"

"Nothing..."

"Then... something you aimed for didn't work out?" Persephone's pause was
meaningful. "Is that it?"

Rebecca was startled, her heart pounding, but she forced a calm gaze at
Persephone.

"Okay, just teasing you." Persephone patted her hand.

Rebecca looked down, biting her lip hard. Her hatred toward Persephone burned
like a flame in her heart.

She couldn't compare to that innate confidence, inherent nobility, and sense of
superiority.

Some people were born with silver spoons, while others fought tooth and nail,
only to fall short of even having a silver spoon.

Rebecca glared at Persephone's retreating figure.

Without knowledge or skills, Persephone possessed the whole world. Despite
Rebecca's efforts, she remained a mere supporting role by Persephone's side.
Persephone and Morpheus’ meeting place remained the picturesque cafe.
Morpheus had already ordered what she liked, even preparing the seasonings
beforehand.

Upon Rebecca's arrival, he merely froze momentarily, then greeted her naturally
as if none of the previous incidents had happened.

Rebecca remained composed, giving him a smile.

As Persephone got up in her high heels, Rebecca quietly observed Morpheus’
expression. He showed no reaction, even when the sound of Persephone's high
heels tapped on the wooden floor.

Rebecca frowned.

The happiest one throughout the evening was Persephone.

After a delightful dinner, she held Morpheus’ hand and went to the rooftop terrace
to gaze at the stars. Persephone was nestled against his shoulder, her petite
frame enveloped by his broad chest. She heard his powerful heartbeat and
couldn't resist kissing his slightly protruding Adam's apple.

Rebecca stayed downstairs, not joining them upstairs, but she could imagine the
rooftop scene—not just the starlight but also Morpheus’ unique tenderness
toward Persephone.

That uniqueness was akin to every custom-made bag and outfit in Persephone’s
dressing room—each one unique to her.

Rebecca felt like countless insects were gnawing at her heart. Despite being a
psychologist, she couldn't achieve psychological calmness at that moment.

"Are you alright?"

Suddenly, a hand rested on her shoulder.

Startled, Rebecca stood up with a gasp, meeting Persephone's cryptic gaze.