Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Persephone looked at that man shyly. She had many questions flashing through her mind at the moment.

'Mommy said I should have good manners. Should I call him "sir" now?

'No, he looks much older than my uncle! So should I call him "mister"?

'But I've smudged my whole ice cream on his jacket. Maybe I should say sorry first?'

The ice cream was vanilla-flavored, and she had taken only a few licks.

The man spoke first. "Little girl, you're Persephone, right?" His voice was deep, like a cello. She was shocked.

He smiled mysteriously and glanced at his jacket, then heard a man and a woman screaming, "Sephy! Are you okay?"

Nervously, Toph and Arya rushed over. They checked if she was hurt, then noticed the ice cream on the man's black jacket.

nodding. "Your jacket is dirty now. How about we exchange phone numbers? I'll

his head. His eyes were enigmatic, impossible to

being middle-aged, he had a commanding presence and charisma. He wasn't an ordinary man.

artist, drawing attractive young men in his comics, this middle-aged man before him was someone he

gentleman seemed to

correct?" he

this man, but how had he known her name instantly? Lina had told her not to talk to strangers and stay

she raised her chin and said firmly,

made the

Arya were perplexed. "What's going on,

his back. He then looked at Toph. "I assume this

getting at?"

Sephy tugged on

it out, but Arya was on alert. She gently picked up Persephone and signaled