The Billionaire's Secret Life

Chapter 101

In a quiet café, Morel and Marisa sat across from each other. Morel stared at the glass before him, his fingers gripping the rim without moving. His gaze was blank as if his mind was far away.

Marisa, who had known Morel for a long time, could sense that something was bothering he. She watched carefully as Morel's fingers gripped the rim of the glass as if searching for a grip amid her confusion. However, she remained silent, waiting for the right moment to ask.

Several minutes passed in a strange silence. Finally, Marisa, in a half-joking tone, tried to break the ice. "Morel, did you come here just to stare at that glass? Or maybe you're trying to find something in it?"

Surprised to hear the question, Morel seemed to wake up from his reverie. He smiled a little, though his smile seemed a little forced. "Of course not," he replied shortly before finally taking a sip of his drink, perhaps more to calm his self down than to enjoy the taste.

However, Marisa was not gullible. She knew Mor