Married a Secret Billionaire novel Chapter 2003

Persephone and Christopher exchanged smiles.

Allure filled his eyes, accompanied by a faint sadness. He desired to hold her hand but retracted it immediately after lifting it.

The last thing he wanted was for her to hate him. It was wonderful that he could be by her side as good friends.

"Oh yes, how's your design project going lately?" Christopher changed the subject. "The professor has been rejecting it."

"It's for the Flower Festival," she replied, looking down. "I came up with a couple of drafts, but the professor rejected them. I was thinking maybe I should do a site recce?"

"You mean the fireworks factory?" He was rather shocked to hear that.

Although the fireworks factory exclusive for the royalty had high security, fireworks were gunpowder, after all. It was risky.

"Yes." She nodded. "I want to check out the site to hear the experienced pyrotechnicians' opinions. I might get inspiration from them."

"But you're the designer. It's unnecessary."

Persephone chuckled. "I've always believed that art is life. If design isn't connected to the world, it's nothing different than trash. The pyrotechnicians are experienced. They definitely know what kind of fireworks suit the Flower Festival best."

"Hmm, you're right," he agreed. "Let's spare some time to go together."

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Rebecca learned Morpheus was at the bar and headed there after work.

As expected, she saw the muscular figure standing at the bar after passing through a dim corridor. He seemed out of place among the neon lights.

He even looked a little lonely.

She walked over and greeted him with a smile.

Stunned, he turned his face to look at her.

"So you lack discipline, too," she joked. "I thought athletes shouldn't drink."

"We shouldn't when there's a competition coming." Morpheus' voice was cold. "But it doesn't matter that I drink a little bit when there's nothing going on."