"Persephone!" Christopher shouted, "You better make this clear to me today. Is that person treating you poorly?"

Persephone felt a splitting headache.

How could Morpheus possibly treat her poorly? It was just that his behavior tonight was really unusual.

Christopher stared quietly at her, not pressing for more. After a silent moment, he walked toward the door.

"I'll get a doctor here," he murmured. "Your injuries need immediate attention in case they get infected. Don't worry. I won't gossip about your injury. As for that person... If being with him is really exhausting for you, do you want to consider..."

"No!" Persephone's voice was resolute, making Christopher's heart clench.

"I understand your kind intentions and appreciate your concern for me." She looked up at him. "But being with him is not tiring for me at all. Today was just an accident. He wasn't like this before."

"Don't let your infatuation cloud your judgment and think he's perfect everywhere!" Christopher sighed. "By the way, could there be something he's hiding from you?"

"What?"

Southeast Aciatic, he changed?"

at

know that there are spiritualists in our palace? How about you bring your boyfriend over

making things sound more and

of spiritualists in the royal family has been a tradition for hundreds of years. It's just never talked

but inadvertently, she took his

had heard that Southeast Aciatic was rampant with sorcery. Sometimes, these mysterious things couldn't be

couldn't rashly bring Morpheus to the palace. If she wanted to bring him,

sighed lightly, collapsing onto the bed, and closed her eyes. Her wound

opened her eyes, instinctively reaching for

were all

and his concern. He was afraid she was hurt,

them, her heart softened. She called Morpheus, and

hoarse, perhaps from a

heart fluttered slightly. She pretended to still be upset, coldly asking,

"Sephy, I—"

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