Chapter 1998


    Morpheus put the gun away, but he was quite upset. "How did you get in?"


    "Your assistant has a spare key, right?"


    "Didn''t my assistant tell you I don''t like people entering my home?!" His tone was stern, and he looked


    quite unpleasant.


    Reba stood there, flustered, biting her lip tightly.


    She hadid out an entire breakfast spread. Perhaps she did not know his preferences and had cooked


    various dishes—a nutritious and colorful assortment.


    Despite seeing it all, he couldn''t feel any happiness.


    "Morpheus..." Her voice choked. "You always say you don''t like being touched, having people in your


    home, this and that... But why..."


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    "Why can Sephy?" He raised his voice. "Because I like her!"


    Reba looked up at me, her eyes red.


    "Do you get it now?" He stressed each word. "I like her. Regardless of whether she returns or not, I''ll


    only like her in this lifetime! I''m a hypocrite, treating others one way and her another, because I like her!


    "What others can''t touch, I want her to touch. Where others can''t enter, I wish for her to be here every


    day!"


    Morpheus didn''t know what he was ranting about, perhaps still notpletely sober fromst night.


    He also knew how much those words hurt Reba.


    She hadn''t done anything wrong. She was a good person who, unfortunately, fell for the wrong person


    at the wrong time.


    "Morpheus, what about her?" Reba gritted her teeth. "You feel this way about her, but does she feel


    the same for you?"


    He turned away without a word.


    "She won''te back!" Reba shouted.


    "I said, it doesn''t matter," he growled.


    "What if she marries someone else? Does that not matter, too?"


    Morpheus was stunned, turning abruptly to face her.


    "What did you say?"


    "Why do you think the Hamertons insist on keeping her in Southeast Aciatic?" Reba wiped her


    tears. "It''s because they''ve arranged for her to marry someone there!


    "After Ms. Hamerton finishes her studies in Southeast Aciatic, she''ll be the royal designer and


    marry that boy, a prince from the royal family... Hees with titles and all!


    "Morpheus, she and you are not from the same world, but we are—"


    "Enough!" he sternly interrupted her from continuing.


    She fell silent, just gazing at him quietly.


    At that moment of chaos, Sephy''s departing words echoed in his ears, "Morpheus, you must wait for


    me to return!"


    He knew perhaps they didn''t have a future, but he continued striving for their future.


    "Morpheus, are you... alright?" Reba''s hand lightly touched his shoulder, but she quickly withdrew it.


    "You may not believe me." She chuckled self-deprecatingly. "But every word I said is true. My mentor is


    a core member of the Hamerton Group''s medical team and is close to Mr. and Mrs. Hamerton. She


    heard this directly from Mrs. Hamerton herself during an examination. I''m not lying to you!"


    "Alright." After a pause, he spoke softly, "Since you''ve been honest with me, I''ll share something with


    you."


    "What is it?"


    "You keep saying Sephy and I aren''t from the same world..." He chuckled. "But you''re mistaken."


    "Morpheus, you—"


    "She and I are from the same world. Not you and I."


    Reba''s face darkened as she stared at him in shock.


    Morpheus thought, ''If I were in Southeast Aciatic, with my military aplishments, my status would


    surpass that prince.


    ''However, all of this relies on me returning to Southeast Aciatic, returning to my nightmares.''