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.

now. How about we exchange phone numbers? I'll

head. His eyes were enigmatic,

presence and charisma. He wasn't an ordinary man. There was a hint of melancholy in his expression, making him appear

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

seemed

correct?"

didn't know this man, but how had he known her name instantly? Lina had told her not to talk to

raised her chin and said firmly,

childish voice made

Arya were perplexed. "What's going on,

his back. He then looked at Toph. "I assume this isn't your child? You

you getting at?"

Sephy tugged on Toph's

alert. She gently picked up Persephone and signaled