Seamus' roar jolted Fat Jim.He felt fortunate they were communicating over the phone. He firmly believed Seamus would have no qualms shooting him dead if they were face to face."Calm down, Mr. Seamus," he said, falling into a momentary silence before taking a deep breath. "After all, didn't you bring this upon yourself?""What did you say?" Seamus gnashed his teeth."I've never seen anyone failing to win a woman's heart so hard!" Fat Jim remarked."Shut up!" Seamus bellowed, smashing his phone against the wall.The other two bodyguards exchanged glances before retreating carefully, closing the door.Despite not being a smoker, Seamus lit a cigarette and took a long puff as he found himself alone in the house.Memories played in his head.In Centrolis, at the Hamertons, no matter where they were, Persephone had always been his most loyal knight.However, he understood the gap in their status. He was destined to look up to her and protect her from beneath, never standing shou

Persephone felt a pang in her heart, and her throat seemed tangled. She moved her lips, but no words escaped.Blankly, she stared at Morpheus.As for how much he knew about her identity, she couldn't be certain. Despite his suspicious tone, it was unlikely he possessed extensive knowledge.Morpheus forced a smile. "After all this time, I still don't truly know who you are, Sephy."At the same time..." He gazed into her eyes. "You don't know me either."She lowered her head, letting the breeze caress her."It was your cousin who did all this," he said, his words light but hitting her like a hammer.She eagerly wanted to tell him that Seamus wasn't her cousin—she was the Hamertons' heiress, and he had been her loyal bodyguard since youth. How could he possibly harm her?Like a curse, the question lingered for a long time. From the two strangers on the boat to the received notes, she felt like she had entered a maze. However, signs along the way always seemed to point at someone—S

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'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 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