"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
Persephone's expression changed. She refrained from pressing for details, confident that Seamus would handle everything. What puzzled her was the supposed loyalty of the individuals meticulously chosen by the Hamertons and Thompsons.Yet, there was a traitor among them, targeting her life!Seamus said, gripping her arm, "Sephy, don't worry. I'll always protect you.""Sorry, overheard your conversation." Morpheus' brow furrowed, his gaze heavy on Seamus. "Who do you mean by 'a mole'?""This is our business." Seamus avoided disclosing too much. "Mr. Orton, it's better not to ask. But... Sephy might need to trouble you for a while longer.""Continue staying with me?""Yes." Seamus held his gaze.At this point, he no longer harbored the initial distrust toward Morpheus. He sensed Morpheus genuinely cared for Persephone, providing reassurance.For now, he couldn't stay by Persephone's side. With the traitor identified, he had to handle it. This person had no vendetta against the Ham
Nobody paid Wynn any mind, but he didn't mind. He continued to speak with a smile. "I heard some noise last night and knew it was you guys returning... So, I bought some food this morning. Sephy, don't you like this kind of noodles?"He linked arms with Persephone and led her to the table."Did you… fight?" He chuckled. "No worries, let's fill our stomachs first. Then we'll have the energy to continue arguing with him!"Persephone was momentarily stunned before she couldn't hold back her laughter.Morpheus silently walked out, followed by the heavy sound of the door closing. Seamus glanced worriedly at Persephone but then received a call and had to leave.As Wynn watched Seamus leave in a hurry, his hand holding a sandwich and coffee suspended in the air awkwardly. He grimaced."Ah... Let's ignore them!" He sat down, coaxing Persephone, "Come, let me mix the noodles for you!""I'm not really hungry." Persephone looked at him.To outsiders, Wynn was a monster they couldn't under
"Wynn...""Morpheus has been kind to me, and I hope for his happiness." Wynn looked at her intently. "And you, you're the only girl in this world who has never looked down on me. I hope... you find even greater happiness than Morpheus."Persephone choked up, unsure of what to say. Wynn seemed to understand her thoughts. He patted her head, letting everything rest unspoken."I've never had a proper romantic relationship." He chuckled bitterly. "But I know love is a beautiful thing. Sephy, you can trust Morpheus."Persephone gazed into the distance thoughtfully. A mist hovered over the sea, shrouding her heart as if she could never see the future clearly.However, Wynn's words had an effect on her.After descending the mountain, she inexplicably found herself at the place where Morpheus practiced boxing.The entrance to the underground arena was tightly shut in broad daylight, guarded by people who were vigilant like watchdogs. In spite of this, they recognized her and knew she wa