Married a Secret Billionaire

Persephone looked at that man shyly. She had many questions flashing through her mind at the moment.

‘Mommy said I should have good manners. Should I call him “sir” now?

‘No, he looks much older than my uncle! So should I call him “mister”?

‘But I’ve smudged my whole ice cream on his jacket. Maybe I should say sorry first?’

The ice cream was vanilla-flavored, and she had taken only a few licks.

The man spoke first. “Little girl, you’re Persephone, right?” His voice was deep, like a cello. She was shocked.

He smiled mysteriously and glanced at his jacket, then heard a man and a woman screaming, “Sephy! Are you okay?”

Nervously, Toph and Arya rushed over. They checked if she was hurt, then noticed the ice cream on the man’s black jacket.

is dirty now. How about we exchange phone numbers? I’ll have someone send you a

shook his head. His eyes

and charisma. He wasn’t an ordinary man. There was a hint of melancholy in his expression, making him

artist, drawing attractive young men in his comics, this middle-aged man before him was

charming gentleman seemed to be focused

correct?”

thought. It seemed Toph didn’t know this man, but how had he known her

raised her chin and said firmly,

voice made

perplexed.

back. He then looked at Toph. “I assume this isn’t your child? You don’t seem…

are you getting at?” he

moment, Sephy tugged on Toph’s

was on alert.