Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Morpheus wasn't just an ordinary person!

Christopher wholeheartedly accepted his defeat to Morpheus.

"Then... I'd like to invite you to come over to my place for a while as a friend.
That's fine, right?" -

A few days later, Persephone finally ran into Christopher, who had been missing
in action for days, in the classroom.

"Hey, you finally showed up!" She dashed over, plopping down in the seat beside
him and handing him breakfast. "You haven't eaten, right? Let's eat together!"
Usually, Christopher would readily accept, but he waved his hands now. "No, no,
no!"

"What's wrong?" Persephone widened her eyes. "This breakfast isn't poisoned!"
Christopher awkwardly smiled. "You have a boyfriend, so maybe... we should
keep some distance.”

Persephone burst into laughter. Then she remarked, "Strange... Morpheus was
right!"

"Uh, what?"

"My boyfriend!" She chuckled. "He made this breakfast. I asked if he could also
make a portion for you, and he said sure, just worried you wouldn't take it!"
Christopher winced. General Orton's breakfast was reserved solely for the little
princess of the Hamertons—no one dared have it.

"You've been acting odd these days." Persephone glanced at him. "You haven't
come to work on our design plans or taken me to the factory... What's up? Don't
you want me to graduate? Don't forget we need every member for this group
project!”

"No, not at all!" Christopher nibbled on his pen, glanced around, then cautiously
asked, "About going to the factory... Does your boyfriend know?"

"He does."

"He allows me to take you there?"

"Christopher!"

Persephone was exasperated. She took out the design plans she had been
working on these past few days, rolled them up, and gave him a light smack on
his head with them.

"You're underestimating my boyfriend. Do you think he wouldn't allow me to have
any male friends around? Besides this is for our graduation project How could he
disagree?"

"Ahem... You might not fully understand your boyfriend."

"Huh?"

Christopher chuckled. "It's nothing. Since he's fine with leaving you to me, we'll
go this afternoon!"

Persephone frowned. "The way you put it still sounds weird..."

"Anyway, let's focus on the important things!" Christopher could finally have his
breakfast with ease.

Morpheus’ breakfast was simple—a meat, eggs, and veggies sandwich. It was
clearly made with care. If not for Persephone, he might have never experienced
General Orton's cooking in his lifetime.

Persephone dedicatedly worked on her designs. This firework design was
specifically created for Morpheus and revised over a dozen times to achieve the
desired look. They planned to test it at the factory the same afternoon to see if it
had the desired effect.

"If this firework design succeeds, are you planning to show it only to him?"
Christopher teased.

Persephone's hand paused abruptly, a hint of faint sadness crossing her face.
Christopher suddenly remembered the last time she went to set off fireworks with
Morpheus. She had left eagerly but returned full of dejection... He had assumed
her boyfriend had let her down back then. Thinking back now, Morpheus might
have had his reasons.

He had heard that people returning from the battlefield often faced some form of
psychological challenges—being sensitive to loud noises was one of the signs of
PTSD.

"Actually..." Christopher hesitated. "You should try to understand him more."
Persephone paused. "What do you mean? Do you know my boyfriend?"