Persephone was puzzled by the scene unfolding before her. Instead of serving as her bodyguards, the two men appeared more like Seamus' subordinates.

After a prolonged silence, she glanced at him coldly, forced a smile, and said, "Seamus, are you so averse to trying the soup I prepared for you?"

"I've recovered, so I don't need it," he replied.

"Is it that you don't need it, or do you lack the courage to eat it?"

"Miss, you..."

Abruptly, he looked up, sensing a change in her demeanor.

Or perhaps she had always been that way.

Being a Hamerton, she was protected, but her core remained—stubbornness in adversities, the ability to discern one's intentions, and quick decision-making in times of danger...

Seamus bit his lip, studying her intensely.

she often portrayed with a smile. "Seamus, do you think the medicine I prescribed isn't up to par? I thought this might not be the correct

be able to go

Unknowingly, a shiver ran down his

innocent smile, he wondered if the brief,

Southeast Aciatic when I was young,

a smile and

my side all these years, right?

just my attendant." She

had passed in those few seconds. Emotions

as his eyes turned cold. She was certain he was no

heart changed faster

you told me you were willing to do anything for me. What about now? Will you

course," he asserted. "I'll do anything

she demanded, looking at him. "I

"Alright."

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