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Morpheus could tell Persephone had been awkwardly trying to please him, doing everything to make
him happy. He felt sorry for her and deeply guilty, too. He didn't know how to tell her about his past.
Those ugly scars were something he didn't even want to touch himself.
"Morpheus, what's wrong?" Persephone's heart dropped when she noticed his constant distraction.
"Did... Did I say something wrong?"
"No." He gently caressed her face. "It's not you, Sephy. It's me."
"Why would you say something silly like that?"
"It's really my fault."
Persephone tiptoed to run her fingers through his hair when a distant rumble echoed in the sky.
Southeast Aciatic's weather was unpredictable—just moments ago, there were clear skies, and now
dark clouds loomed, carrying a damp scent in the air.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBefore she could react, large raindrops started falling.
Morpheus hastily pulled her into his arms and dashed in a certain direction.
"Where are you taking me?" Persephone urgently asked. "Our car isn't there!"
"The car is down the mountain, and going downhill with this downpour is risky!" Morpheus glanced at
her. "There's a cave nearby. Let's take shelter there for now!"
Persephone froze, but as the rain intensified, she had no choice but to follow him.
To her surprise, the direction he mentioned did have a cave. Bushes partly concealed the cave's
entrance, and the interior was relatively clean. Walking further in, they could even hear the trickling of
water.
"This cave leads to the outside. It's connected to a stream, so you can hear the water." Morpheus
smiled, taking off his clothes to wring them out.
Persephone had been shielded by him, not getting wet much. However, as she was already dressed
lightly, the rain had soaked her skirt, revealing her curves under the wet clothes.
Morpheus coughed and averted his gaze.
"The rain comes and goes quickly." He awkwardly tried to cover up the embarrassment. "Once it stops,
I'll carry you back down the mountain." "I... I can walk by myself." Persephone's voice was low. She
knew Morpheus was avoiding looking at her, but she couldn't help glancing at him. His bare upper body
displayed distinct muscles, and his tan skin felt raw and primal.
She had never seen him from such a close distance.
His body had numerous scars, most likely from his time fighting in the underground arena.
But...
Persephone furrowed her brow. Some scars were small, hole-like shapes, almost like bullet wounds.
"Come sit here for some rest, Sephy." Morpheus cleared a clean spot for her to sit, but as soon as he
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmturned, he saw her staring at him.
Persephone snapped out of it, suddenly feeling flushed and feverish. Her rational mind urged her to
stay put, but an uncontrollable force made her move closer to him.
Morpheus quickly turned away.
Persephone abruptly hugged him from behind!
Her soft face was pressed against the scar left by a bullet on his back. That bullet had nearly taken his
life back then.
"Sephy..." Morpheus' voice was hoarse, his entire body tense.
He held her hand, and an intense warmth spread through his palm in that fleeting touch.
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