"You..."

Persephone's face drained of color, fueled by anger. The hand gripping the pan trembled with intensity.

Seamus took several deep breaths in an attempt to regain composure. His gaze shifted to Persephone, and he forcefully seized the pan from her grasp, removing her apron before pushing her aside.

Persephone couldn't recall him ever acting so boldly before!

"Step aside!" he bellowed. "I'll cook whatever he wants!"

"Seamus—"

Seamus glared at her sternly. "I'll serve him, alright? Just hoping he'll let you go and cease his enchantments!"

Unexpectedly, Morpheus' deep voice echoed. "I'm a humble man. I can't afford to be served."

Persephone stood stunned. After sleeping, he had somewhat recovered, but his face still looked pale.

Some of his wounds had reopened, staining the gauze crimson.

aid kit, but she stopped

was frigid, a stark contrast to the man who

clean your wound," she softly offered. "How was your sleep? I prepared breakfast, but Seamus brought food, too. Which would you

silent, casting an eerie stillness over the

in luck! This is my first time cooking, so you must try my food! Don't you dare

"W-What's wrong, Morpheus?"

He seemed emotional.

the likelihood

blisters on her arms, her disheveled, sweaty hair, her cheerful eyes

emotions were in

the two

dream

a noble swan, and you're

struck Morpheus' heart. He gnashed his teeth and forcefully

dumbfounded and confused by his

cautiously

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255