Chapter 2014


    "What''s wrong? Am I scary?" Persephone chuckled. "Morpheus has already gone back to his ce.


    We should head back, too."


    "Mr. Orton... has left?"


    "Yeah."


    "How did he leave?"


    Persephone smirked at her. "He jumped off the rooftop!"


    Reba was stunned and instinctively nced outside. The night was dark, making it hard to see


    anything. Persephone urged her into the car, and she hurriedly followed. As she crossed the threshold,


    she nearly stumbled.


    Persephone looked at her from inside the car and chuckled. "I thought I''d have trouble in high heels,


    but who knew you''d stumble even in ts?"


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    "Sorry about that," Reba replied awkwardly, rushing into the car.


    She sat in the passenger seat and caught a glimpse of Persephone''s slightly flushed face in the


    rearview mirror.


    "Ms. Hamerton, you must be happy tonight."


    "It was alright."


    "Did you drink tonight?"


    "A little red wine," Persephone said softly. "No one will find fault with it as long as we return to the


    pce before curfew."


    "Mr. Orton taking you out for a drink is quite..."


    "Inappropriate?" Persephone leaned forward with a mischievous fox-like expression. "Then tell my


    parents he''s corrupting me over here!"


    "Ms—"


    "In that case, he loses points with my parents again, and you get a step closer to him, right?"


    Reba stared at her in shock.


    "Do you know why I brought you along tonight?"


    Persephone kept smiling while speaking, but underneath her eyesy a chilling indifference.


    Reba forced herself to stay calm but couldn''t find words to say.


    "Actually, I know the outfit you picked for me tonight is Morpheus'' least favorite style." Persephone


    sneered. "And the high heels? He detests the sound of women''s high heels. You knew all this!"


    "Ms. Hamerton, you might misunderstand—"


    "Let me finish!" Persephone''s demeanor turned cold, her gaze fixed on Reba.


    "You know he dislikes these things because you were his therapist. But you only know he dislikes


    them. Do you know why?


    "Reba, you might understand others'' psychology but can''tprehend their past. Especially the


    past Morpheus and I shared!"


    Morpheus disliked women dressing provocatively and despised women''s high heels because such


    women were rampant in the dirty underground matches in Flinge.


    Persephone had dressed like them once in Flinge, just for fun, but he had scolded her fiercely.


    "But he didn''t dislike it when I''m dressed like this today." Persephone grinned. "Do you know why?"


    Reba''s face turned pale, her tightly clenched teeth trembling.


    "Because he likes me.


    "He won''t dismiss me over an outfit or shoes.


    "What he loves is me as a person!


    "Today, I wanted to make you face reality. Stop having any delusions about him," Persephone said icily.


    "His choice is me, and I''ll always stand by his side!"