Married a Secret Billionaire novel Chapter 2020

Morpheus paused, meeting Persephone's earnest gaze. "But I haven't given you anything yet..."

"You've already given me the best!" Persephone blushed, smiling softly. To her, he was the best gift in the world.

"Let's go. Don't stand in the blazing sun!" She took his hand. "Today, you're my chauffeur, and I'm touring Southeast Aciatic!"

He indulgently chuckled. "That wish seems a bit challenging."

"No matter what Grandma Cordelia wishes, Grandpa Zephyr always makes it happen!"

"I see." He ruffled her hair. "Grandpa Zephyr is Grandma Cordelia's superhero."

"So what about you?"

"I..." Morpheus pondered. "I'll be your Doraemon, okay?"

Persephone smiled sweetly.

After securing their seatbelts, Morpheus started the car. Under the sunlight, their laughter drifted in the wind.

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Persephone shared her plan to complete her graduation project at the fireworks factory with Morpheus.

Morpheus' brow twitched, and he turned to her with a smile, which she could tell was quite strained. Her mind wandered to what Rebecca had mentioned about PTSD...

What had he experienced to have PTSD related to fireworks?

Persephone bit her lip, taking his hand to continue forward.

"It's okay." Persephone smiled. "Everyone has secrets, and if you don't want to tell me, it's fine. But... I still want you to know that I'm willing to share whatever happens with you.

"As for my graduation design, I initially wanted to invite you to see it." She smiled wryly. "The professor said we'd display the fireworks we designed at the graduation ceremony. My mom and dad will be there, and I really hope you can come.

"But your reaction after seeing the fireworks last time was a bit strong... I think maybe you don't like them? If you don't, it's okay. Don't force yourself."

Morpheus looked at her in silence.

It felt like a needle had pricked the softest part of his heart. He knew he hadn't been himself since he came to Southeast Aciatic. He was doing his best to appear normal, but sometimes, his PTSD wasn't within his control.

He had an aversion to Southeast Aciatic from the start. The fireworks that bloomed in the night sky were more like ropes pulling him into the hell of war.

It wasn't that he disliked them—he just couldn't get past them.