Married a Secret Billionaire

Persephone was puzzled by the scene unfolding before her. Instead of serving as her bodyguards, the two men appeared more like Seamus' subordinates.

After a prolonged silence, she glanced at him coldly, forced a smile, and said, "Seamus, are you so averse to trying the soup I prepared for you?"

"I've recovered, so I don't need it," he replied.

"Is it that you don't need it, or do you lack the courage to eat it?"

"Miss, you..."

Abruptly, he looked up, sensing a change in her demeanor.

Or perhaps she had always been that way.

Being a Hamerton, she was protected, but her core remained—stubbornness in adversities, the ability to discern one's intentions, and quick decision-making in times of danger...

Seamus bit his lip, studying her intensely.

"I was joking," she reassured, transforming into the harmless creature she often portrayed with a smile. "Seamus, do you think the medicine I prescribed isn't up to par? I thought this might not be the correct prescription... But I can't recall what's missing or added to it.

We won't be able to go home if something

a shiver ran down

innocent smile, he wondered if the brief, intense glare had

she

with my great-grandfather. We made many incorrect prescriptions, and you were always

smile

Persephone reached for his hand. "It must be tough for you to stay by my side all these years, right? I have a bad temper, and I

my attendant." She slowed down.

she felt as if centuries had passed in those few

turned cold. She was certain he was no longer the person she once

heart changed faster than the

told me you were willing to do anything for me. What about now?

"I'll do anything

demanded, looking at him. "I don't want to stay here

"Alright."

for her to work. She took good care