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.

sir!" Toph apologized, nodding. "Your jacket is dirty now. How about we exchange phone numbers? I'll have someone send you a new one after I buy

head. His eyes were enigmatic, impossible

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

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

seemed to be focused on

I correct?"

but how had he known her name instantly?

her chin and said

voice made the man

were perplexed.

then looked at Toph. "I assume

are you getting

tugged on Toph's clothing.

but Arya was on alert. She gently picked