"Ms. Hamerton, please don't be angry. I'm just worried about you.""Enough!" Persephone was upset. "Worried? Where were you all when it mattered?! All of you are extraordinary experts, but the moment we arrived in Flinge, everyone went missing!"Seamus lowered his head, embarrassed by her scolding."If it weren't for Morpheus, I'd probably end up in the red-light district as a corpse!""Miss..."Persephone turned her back in annoyance. "And, I've said it before. Drop the address in front of Morpheus!""Alright."After a while, Persephone calmed down. She turned to him and asked, "You brought me out here. Was there something else you wanted to tell me?"Seamus regained his focus, cleared his throat, and whispered, "After we arrived in Flinge, we were targeted by some factions here... This is the reason we lost contact with you earlier."Persephone's expression changed. "Who are they?""Faction forces," Seamus explained briefly. "The factions here are complex, and Flinge is far
Persephone stared at him, seemingly feeling guilty as if she had done something wrong. She swiftly withdrew her hand from Seamus' ear and clasped them behind her back.Morpheus glanced at them. He hadn't heard what they were saying. After finishing his cigarette and returning indoors, he found no trace of the two. Instinctively, he stepped outside to find them and faintly caught the words "leaving" at the door.His heart felt as though it had been squeezed and dropped to the ground, but he quickly regained his composure. He ironically thought, 'What right do I have to feel hurt?'Between Persephone and Morpheus, aside from being labeled as a couple, nothing else had happened. He didn't even understand how she felt about it.Their paths might have only crossed that night when she tenderly attended to his wounds. On that particular night, she glimpsed his scars, and it was only then that her tears fell for him.Wasn't that enough?They belonged to two different worlds.Now that he
Morpheus took considerable time to shake off the impact of Persephone's final decision and comprehend that the individual he disliked encountering had departed. Persephone had dismissed him, after all.A foolish smile played on his lips. He had never anticipated that Persephone's ultimate selection would be him."Your boyfriend..." He wanted to ask if Seamus was upset, but it seemed silly, so he swallowed the words back.Persephone glanced at him and gently replied, "He's not my boyfriend."Morpheus was dumbfounded once more."I introduced him as my good friend. When did I ever say he was my boyfriend?""Oh..." Morpheus was still baffled.Persephone suddenly felt upset. She realized the urgency of leaving Flinge to ease her family's worries. With the absence of any news about Greta in Flinge, staying longer seemed pointless. Departing sooner might yield new leads.Yet, a voice persisted within her blank mind—Morpheus.She harbored numerous thoughts she wished to express but st
"Sure!" Morpheus readily agreed. After a moment of being stunned, he chuckled to himself, wondering if he had agreed too quickly.Persephone pressed her lips together, pushing the stray strands of hair away from her forehead. Meanwhile, Morpheus hastily rushed into his room, squatted in front of a cabinet in the corner, and rummaged through it for a while.Being alone for so long, he realized he didn't have anything presentable to give her as a memento. There were either old boxing gloves or sportswear. On the balcony lay dumbbells and punching bags. He discovered that besides these, he had nothing else to offer.He sighed softly and eventually came across an old photo—probably his only one. The photo was slightly yellowed. He was in military attire, his gaze resolute and confident. Morpheus froze, his hand trembling slightly. After a while, he stuffed the photo back deep into the drawer.-The next day, he took Persephone shopping, hoping to buy her something. He mentioned not
"I've taken photos of you during your matches before!" Matthew walked up cheerfully and gestured to his assistant, then led the two of them into the exclusive VIP photography studio. There, they had specialized stylists and makeup artists.This photography studio was a well-known establishment in Flinge, even attracting many celebrities who sought Matthew for photoshoots. Matthew was quite reputable in the industry. Whenever there wasn't a very famous star, he would hand the photography task to his assistant.Today, he was hands-on, setting up the scene, selecting outfits for both of them, considering the photography ambiance, and thoroughly enjoying himself."I particularly enjoy watching you throw punches!" Matthew grinned. "Your boxing technique is sharp and satisfying!"Morpheus recalled a time when he had faced off against a foreigner who was excessively arrogant before the match, boasting confidently, only to be soundly defeated in the ring by Morpheus.Patriotic souls like
Persephone followed Seamus, but her heart lingered in the car. She reluctantly glanced back. Morpheus was still standing there.She couldn't make out his face in the nighttime darkness, yet she felt his intense gaze following her.Her nose tingled, and she heard Seamus' voice again. "Miss, please hurry up!"She paused.Seamus, anxious and amused, remarked, "If it were still the old days, I'd gladly carry you on my back!""Okay, okay," Persephone grumbled. "Aren't I already walking..."Walking? Seamus couldn't help but chuckle. Persephone's feet felt glued to the ground, each step seeming like she was lifting a ton.He knew she still held thoughts for the man not far away. He sighed softly and patted her shoulder in a brotherly way. "Miss, time is really pressing... If you still want to see Mr. Orton after we get home, we can send someone—"Before Seamus could finish, a tremendous explosion echoed from the sea!It sounded like a roaring demon in the darkness. Persephone suddenl
Persephone looked up and nearly burst into tears. "Morpheus...""It's okay." Morpheus smiled, patting her head. "I'm here. Don't be afraid."Tears streamed down Persephone's face. She didn't know how she managed to stand up from that hard, tiny chair. Her whole being felt chaotic, yet she could keenly sense the person beside her, giving her strength and offering reassurance."She's my wife." Morpheus spoke slowly, his sharp gaze scanning everyone. "We finished dinner, went out for a stroll, happened to be at the dock, and unexpectedly encountered the ship explosion.""Is that true?" The officer remained skeptical.However, the officer who had just entered the room clearly had a higher rank than the one questioning Persephone. Despite his doubts, he didn't press further.The officer pondered for a moment, perhaps reluctant, then continued. "Sir, the person in the adjacent room...""His name is Seamus Rutherford, my wife's cousin." Morpheus' expression didn't change. "He's visitin
Morpheus held Persephone's small hand tightly all the way. The evening breeze carried a hint of moisture, shrouding her mind like a mist.Upon returning home, Morpheus dove straight into the kitchen.Persephone peeked, catching sight of his broad back and busy demeanor. A wave of complexity washed over her. She had cooled down by now, and the sequence of events threaded together like beads in her mind.Someone aimed to harm her, plotting her demise, with even those privy to her whereabouts beforehand tampering with the ship...And how could this person, unless intimately familiar with her, know so much?Persephone's heart skipped a beat. Suddenly, a fog clouded her vision, making it hard to discern her surroundings."Here, try this." Morpheus emerged from the kitchen in no time, presenting a small bowl of rose jelly.The jelly, sprinkled with raisins and crushed peanuts, revealed beautiful rose petals beneath its crystal-clear surface. She was surprised, meeting his gaze."I ha