"So why aren't you taking it?" Christopher asked.Persephone glanced at him. "It's okay. I don't usually play with toys.""Stop lying." Christopher chuckled. "Then what's that on your bed?"His words left her stunned.It was Morpheus who had given her the doll. Not only did it lack cuteness, but it also had a somewhat creepy appearance. He called it the Nightmare Doll and had carried it around for years.The doll was not aesthetically pleasing, but it had the power to chase nightmares away.Wearing a smile, Persephone walked over and picked up the doll."It looks old and ugly," Christopher remarked. "Is the person who gave it to you someone important?""Yes," she affirmed without denial.As she looked at him, her eyes were as clear as water."Ms. Persephone!" He feigned annoyance. "If everything goes as planned, you'll have to marry into the royal family after you graduate!""You said it yourself, 'if everything goes as planned'."Persephone remained calm.She was aware of

Rebecca was visibly upset as she confronted Morpheus. "You don't have to draw a line between us, right?"Morpheus glanced at his phone. "I'll get you a taxi. Go home."Her voice choked, and she asked, "Do you hate me so much?"With his back turned, Morpheus behaved as coldly as if they were strangers.Rebecca anticipated he wouldn't send her home himself, but she hoped at least for his assistant to send her home. Yet, he did none of that.Calling a taxi, he treated her as if she were just another normal friend.Tears welled up, and her emotions erupted. Fueled by the alcohol in her system, she shed the image of the rational and calm psychologist she was, finally expressing what she had been holding back."Morpheus, you and Persephone really don't suit each other.""I've said that you can't judge whether we suit each other or not!" Morpheus was now angry. "Rebecca, I treat you as my friend, but don't cross the line!""She's the one who crossed the line!""Shut your mouth!""I

"Book a ticket to Southeast Aciatic for me," Morpheus instructed, turning to his assistant. "Please take care of the club for me in the meantime."-Christopher stood by Persephone's side as she pulled an all-nighter working on the design draft. He smiled as he observed her deep in thought, occasionally sighing.He offered her a cup of hot chocolate and warmly said, "I remembered that you like sweet things. Sweet food lifts one's mood. Will you drink some?""No need, thanks," she replied with a smile."Are you on a diet?""No!""Then…"He still held the hot chocolate, realizing she refused it because of that man. Chuckling at himself, he put the drink away."Sephy, is he that amazing?" he asked softly."Of course he is," she replied without looking up, completely focused on the draft.He didn't press further. He had heard that the man didn't have a great background in Flinge, often appearing at underground rings and having connections with gangs in the chaotic city filled wi

“You…”"You can't see my sincerity, but would you like to touch it?" Morpheus teased.Persephone blushed, unable to conceal the smile on her face.She pushed him forcefully, and he pulled her into his arms.Persephone was surprised to witness this side of him. After all, he was typically calm and composed..."Okay, I'll stop messing around," he said softly. "They have some amazing specialty dishes here. Let's eat, then I'll go wherever you like for the rest of the afternoon. How's that?"She nodded and glanced around after taking her seat, realizing it was a beautiful place. Though small, they weren't stingy with the decoration—sophistication exuded from every corner.She noticed a crystal bottle similar to the one she had seen in the palace on the cabinet..."Where's this place, Morpheus?" She looked at him curiously. "How come I never knew about it?"Hearing that, he chuckled. She had only been in Southeast Aciatic for a short period, so it was natural she didn't know.More

"Persephone!" Christopher shouted, "You better make this clear to me today. Is that person treating you poorly?"Persephone felt a splitting headache.How could Morpheus possibly treat her poorly? It was just that his behavior tonight was really unusual.Christopher stared quietly at her, not pressing for more. After a silent moment, he walked toward the door."I'll get a doctor here," he murmured. "Your injuries need immediate attention in case they get infected. Don't worry. I won't gossip about your injury. As for that person... If being with him is really exhausting for you, do you want to consider...""No!" Persephone's voice was resolute, making Christopher's heart clench."I understand your kind intentions and appreciate your concern for me." She looked up at him. "But being with him is not tiring for me at all. Today was just an accident. He wasn't like this before.""Don't let your infatuation cloud your judgment and think he's perfect everywhere!" Christopher sighed. "