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, lingerin
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 reca
Persephone's recent behavior had changed noticeably.She shopped for groceries every day, even though she was not particularly skilled at it. Despite her lack of expertise, she put in her best effort. Additionally, she took care of household chores and looked after Seamus with Catherine on a daily basis.Even though Seamus was initially taken aback and tried to dissuade her from heavy labor, Persephone seemed to derive enjoyment from these tasks.She ensured Seamus went downstairs on time, allowing him to soak up some sun in the courtyard. Although she hadn't cared for anyone in this way before, she demonstrated thoughtfulness by bringing him water and a hat.Concerned about his well-being, she worried that he might become thirsty and overheated, potentially slowing down the healing of his wounds.Persephone even entertained him with jokes during their time together.As they sat on the courtyard rocks, her jokes were as cold as the stones beneath them. Nevertheless, he enjoyed th
Persephone followed Catherine like a robot, trying to discern the exact nature of Catherine's personality.Suddenly, Catherine patted her shoulder. "Let's separate here, yeah?""What?""You'll buy vegetables over there." Catherine chuckled. "And I'll buy chicken here. You're not good at picking the right one, so let me do it!"Persephone agreed and went to the place she had been directed. Catherine would create a list before coming to the market. All Persephone had to do was buy everything on the list.These items were the vegetables and fruits that Seamus liked.Her status in the house seemed to have shifted with his.He felt more and more like the head of the house while she played the role of an obedient maid.Persephone bit her lip. Seamus appeared less tense lately. Today, he hadn't sent bodyguards to follow her.She knew he hadn't hired them for her safety but to keep an eye on her.She took a deep breath and felt like a rock pressed on her. She was getting closer to th
Persephone folded the note and noticed there were words on the back of it.[Your old friend is well.]Her heart skipped a beat. She was momentarily stunned before tearing and throwing away the note.'Old friend… Who could this be? Morpheus?'They had met only a few days ago and could easily stay in touch through their phones. No one needed to inform her of his well-being this way.So, who was this old friend?A thought flashed through her mind.At that moment, Catherine returned with cakes, searching for Persephone where she had been standing.Spotting her, Persephone adjusted herself and walked over slowly."Miss, the cakes you were craving for," Catherine said with a smile. "It's not a simple task. I had to queue! So you like their cakes?""Mm-hmm." Persephone forced a smile.She had consumed numerous cakes, even having the pastry master from the Eropah royalty make her afternoon tea in Hamertons.Basic cakes like these didn't interest her.However, these were the best o
"Miss, what's wrong?" Catherine smiled as she looked at Persephone, who was standing frozen in place. "Did I startle you?""I...""Miss, are you really feeling unwell?"Persephone didn't immediately grasp the situation. Catherine reached out to touch her forehead, and she instinctively flinched. However, when she met Catherine's eyes, she seemed to understand something."Miss is unwell!" Catherine immediately switched to a concerned expression, looking around and shouting, "This is bad! Miss is unwell!"Soon, the other two bodyguards emerged from a corner. Once they saw Persephone, they both avoided meeting her gaze and anxiously explained, "Seamus was worried about you... That's why he asked us to follow along."Miss, let us take the things!"Miss, are you really feeling unwell?""Why even ask?" Catherine immediately helped Persephone to a large tree, taking out a handkerchief to fan her. "She looks so pale, can't you see it? From what I see, she's just too tired."Persephone
Throughout the journey, Persephone's heart pounded, feeling like she had just woken from a dream. Yet, the dream was so vivid she couldn't help pinching her arm."If you're uncomfortable, you can still call me Granny Catherine, okay? I don't mind!" The girl laughed cheerfully, placing a hand on her shoulder.Persephone trembled slightly and gently pushed her away."Oh... sorry, sorry." The girl reined in her smile. "She warned me that you don't like people getting too close.""Who?" Persephone looked up abruptly, her heart skipping a beat.Besides her, who else could remember these small details...Persephone's vision suddenly blurred, and her nose felt tingly. Tears streamed uncontrollably down her face."Oh my, please don't cry!" The girl was startled, frantically apologizing. "It's my fault, my fault! How did I make you cry, I...""Is it her?" Persephone grabbed the girl's hand, her emotions rising. "Is it really her? Is she here?""Goodness!" The girl quickly covered Perse
This was Persephone's favorite color.She moved toward the person in front of the window as if in a dream.With each step, her heart felt like it was being stabbed. The carefree memories flashed in her mind. Her nose tingled, tears uncontrollably streaming down her face. Those delicate shoulders were ones she had seen countless times in her dreams."Greta..." she finally called out with a shaky voice. "Greta, is it really you?"The girl turned.Persephone stood frozen in place, stunned for a very long time.In her memory, Greta was still the 16-year-old girl who loved wearing white dresses, had long hair, and enjoyed running and laughing in the sunlight. Her canines would show adorably when she smiled.However, the woman before her had her hair styled in a bun. Her eyes were still beautiful, but they bore the marks of time.She gazed at Persephone as if with a thousand words, and her lips moved, but she made no sound."Greta!" Persephone shouted, running over to tightly embrac