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Persephone awoke early the following morning, engaging in the kitchen despite her nearly non-existent culinary skills. The art of self-sufficiency had only become a part of her repertoire since her arrival.

Previously reluctant, she now enthusiastically approached the task, humming as she cooked.

With a tablet perched on the windowsill, she meticulously flipped through images, faithfully following the recipe steps. An instinctive smile graced her face throughout the cooking process.

Her motivation? Morpheus.

Each meal she prepared was an expression of her affection for him.

The fried egg bore the evidence of a slight mishap—she hadn’t mastered the intricacies of frying. The milk flirted with boiling over. Yet, imperfections aside, she believed that her kitchen prowess would blossom with continued effort.

After all, wasn’t it said that the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach?

Grinning like a fool, she panickedly turned off the gas as the pan sizzled.

A knock on the door interrupted her contemplation of the next steps.

She rushed to answer and found Seamus dumbfounded at the sight of her perspiring in her apron.

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sleeping! And didn’t I instruct you not to use

nodded obediently. “Roger

that Morpheus must be fatigued from yesterday’s match and in no shape to serve her. As such,

a burnt aroma assailed his senses. A quick survey of the kitchen revealed a chaotic

salvage a respectable meal. Fried eggs, toast with cheese, pancakes, and a bit

musings, she murmured,

moment, grabbing her

him blankly. “What

“Sephy…”

disappointment, rage, and

she asked, “What’s

it to her straight. Since she was

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