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. Rebecca stood there, flustered, biting her lip tightly. She had laid 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…" "Why can Sephy?" He raised his voice. "Because I like her!" Rebecca 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 tou