Married a Secret Billionaire

Chapter 1947

Persephone remained silent, holding her head low in contemplation. Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

The stark reality unfolded before her—Morpheus and she came from different worlds. He was the untamed beast in the jungle, while she resembled a delicate flower spoiled within the confines of home. His world embraced freedom, while hers revolved around dreams.

Like an unplanned melody, their love story began as a pure accident. Yet, she couldn't let it go, holding onto the hope that it would endure.

"Sephy..." Seamus summoned his courage, reaching out to hold her hand.

However, she evaded him, recoiling as if an electric shock coursed through her the moment he made contact. Her gaze spoke volumes, indicating that he had overstepped a boundary.

Seamus bit his lip. "I'm sorry."

Guilt washed over Persephone as she recalled the countless kind gestures he had made since her youth. Apart from her family, perhaps no one else would exhibit such unwavering loyalty. In her younger days.

Persephone would play tricks on him, creating chaos.

The most extreme instance involved sending him to the beach to search for a pink shell she claimed to have seen in a fairytale. He took it seriously, scouring through corals and getting stranded in the ocean during high tide, unable to swim. It was a near-death experience.

Her parents intervened, imparting a severe lesson. She had endured the harshest punishment—no food, an entire day in time-out, in a distant and chilly place where the sounds of wild birds and a cold night breeze prevailed.

Alone and sobbing, she assumed no one would come to her aid. Then, Seamus, battling a high fever, stumbled in.

Despite his fall, the candy he held remained intact.

Additionally, Seamus knew her dislike for the usual tea, so he would prepare hot Earl Grey milk tea for her.

Persephone felt a lump in her throat as she softly held his hand.

"Miss."

"I should be the one apologizing." Her voice softened. "I caused a lot of mischief, and you had to clean up the mess for me every time. I..."

"Don't say that." Seamus smiled gently. "I'm your bodyguard. It's my job to do anything for you!"

Persephone looked at him. The way he gazed at her remained unchanged from her youth—gentle and attentive.

Yet, for some reason, she sensed he was hiding something.

Unlike Morpheus, whose deep eyes revealed his soul, Seamus remained a mystery.

She shook her head, pushing thoughts of him away.

"Oh yeah. Didn't you mention there was a mole? Did you find him?" she asked.

"I did." Seamus brought her favorite cheese spread and delicately applied it to the toast.