Married a Secret Billionaire

How Morpheus wished he could answer Persephone's question, but he just couldn't.

He had never even seen what Bailey looked like, nor did he know if she were a friend or a foe.

The only thing he was sure of was that he would do his best to protect Persephone.

Morpheus took out his phone. "Here, take it."

In this time and age when everyone had a smartphone, this one seemed unusually ancient. She had never seen anything like that.

"What's this..."

"It's a phone. You can only make calls and text with it," he explained. "It has very few functions, but it has advantages whereby people can't easily bug it."

He had used this on the battlefield before.

"There's only one number saved in there—mine." He looked at her before adding, "Call me if anything happens when you get back."

As soon as Persephone returned, she saw Seamus sitting on the couch in the living room.

The lights were dimmed, and she could not see him clearly. However, his grimness spread like alcohol in the air, lingering around her.

calmed down and walked straight to the kitchen.

when she arrived before him with a bowl of

a hint of ruthlessness flashed past

handed him

did not take

was hot, but his

softly, "You're not eating the soup I made for

today,

him and put

wiping surfaces with a

plague, silence spread from the tiny living

that she cooks! You've yet to recover. The soup's

"Get out!"

raised his hand and slapped the bowl onto

startled

with porcelain shards. There was even a