Chapter 1932


    Persephone looked up and nearly burst into tears. “Morpheus…”


    “It’s okay.” Morpheus smiled, patting her head. “I’m here. Don’t be afraid.”


    Tears streamed down Persephone’s face. She didn’t know how she managed to stand up from that


    hard, tiny chair. Her whole being felt chaotic, yet she could keenly sense the person beside her, giving


    her strength and offering reassurance.


    “She’s my wife.” Morpheus spoke slowly, his sharp gaze scanning everyone. “We finished dinner, went


    out for a stroll, happened to be at the dock, and unexpectedly encountered the ship explosion.”


    “Is that true?” The officer remained skeptical.


    However, the officer who had just entered the room clearly had a higher rank than the one questioning


    Persephone. Despite his doubts, he didn’t press further.


    The officer pondered for a moment, perhaps reluctant, then continued. “Sir, the person in the adjacent


    room…”


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    “His name is Seamus Rutherford, my wife’s cousin.” Morpheus’ expression didn’t change. “He’s


    visiting.”


    “Why were you all at the dock?”


    “Can’t we be at the dock at the same time?” Morpheus smirked, his hand resting on Persephone’s


    shoulder, protecting her firmly.


    “Is there aw in Flinge that rtives can’t meet in the same ce?”


    “Well…”


    “It’s just a coincidence. We have no connection to that ship,” Morpheus asserted. “And since we were


    just out for a walk, there was no need to carry identification. If you need it, we can go back to my ce


    for it now!”


    “Oh, that won’t be necessary.” The officer outside smiled, patting Morpheus’ shoulder. Their eyes met,


    communicating everything without words.


    “Morpheus is my friend, and I’ve met his wife,” the officer addressed the others. “It’s just an ident.”


    Everyone exchanged nces, and Morpheus left with Persephone confidently.


    Persephone was still shaken. The image of the ship’s explosion haunted her like a ghost. She felt a


    chill despite the midsummer heat, shivering several times.


    Morpheus took off his shirt to drape it over her, wearing only a tank top, and enveloped her in his strong


    arms.


    “Seamus, Seamus!” Persephone suddenly remembered. “He’s still…”


    “He’s out too.” Morpheus’ voice was low. “I spoke to them. They won’t trouble him.”


    “You…” Persephone paused. “You spoke to the police?”


    Morpheus didn’t reply but nced elsewhere.Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join & Stay Updated


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    Persephone frowned. Who could talk to the police like that? Why did they listen to him, and why did


    they not trouble her when he intervened?


    Could it be…


    “Flinge is different from other ces.” Morpheus turned to face her with an enigmatic look. “It’s a


    lawless zone where nobody has control. My acquaintance with the police is merely because they like


    watching me in boxing matches, that’s all.”


    “Is that so?”


    “Mostly.” He remained nonchnt and watched her pale face, which stirred his heart faintly. “Tonight


    scared you, didn’t it?”


    Persephone involuntarily leaned forward until her head rested against his chest. Listening to his


    heartbeat, she finally felt secure.


    “Let’s go home,” he said with a smile. “I’ll cook you something delicious.”