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. Soon, the fragrance of herbs

finally saw him clearly when she arrived before him with

stunned while a hint of ruthlessness flashed past

handed

not take the

was hot, but his

not eating the soup

you go today,

ignored him and put the bowl

come, wiping surfaces with a rag in her

a plague, silence spread from the tiny living

"Mr. Rutherford, it's rare that she

"Get out!"

slapped the bowl onto

startled by

There was even a piece stuck at