Married a Secret Billionaire

Chapter 1977

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 them, and she enthusiastically shared her humor.

Sometimes, Seamus would quietly gaze at her.

Persephone's face bore the features of her parents, with a hint of a rebellious edge uncharacteristic of a lady—almost like a pirated version of her grandfather.

Such a remarkable person stood by his side at that moment...

A sophisticated princess cared for him, serving him like a maid...

Blood rushed to his head, and an arrogant smirk crossed his face.

Yet, it wasn't sufficient.

Seamus desired to break her, to have the most depraved man shatter her. He yearned to pull her into the filthy world he inhabited, tarnishing her swan-like purity so she could never soar again.

Only then would she be bound to him completely...

Persephone observed the coldness and malice in his eyes unmistakably.

Her heart tightened. In reality, she had been slowly coming to terms with the painful truth —the Seamus who once cherished and protected her was long gone.

When the person in front of her shed his disguise, he would be a wolf in sheep's clothing, a devil masquerading as a priest.

A ticking time bomb hidden in the Hamertons.

The explosion was imminent. If she failed to see through his true colors, she would be the one crushed by the blast.

After escorting Seamus home, Persephone continued to visit the market with Catherine.

Despite being back, Cathrine had become somber.

Persephone was unable to bear seeing an old woman in such a state, so she occasionally shared jokes with her.

Yet, Catherine would only gaze at her silently. Her eyes held a smiling expression, but there was also pain within them.

Persephone was perplexed by the mixed signals.

Catherine broke the silence, asking, "Miss, do you believe in fate?"

Persephone was taken aback, struggling to respond.

"Everything is tied to fate, and we must face it." Catherine spoke softly. "I can see it with you and Mr. Rutherford. He's a trial in your fate. If you manage to overcome it, you'll be reborn. But if you don't..."

She abruptly stopped, and Persephone's face turned pale.

"Let's go," Catherine said, grabbing her hand and bringing her back from her thoughts.

"What's on your mind?"

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"Let's head to the market in the south today. How about that? The produce is more affordable and fresher there. I'll get chicken to make soup."