Chapter 1942


    “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 regainposure. 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 red 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.


    Persephone searched for the first aid kit, but she stopped as he grabbed her.


    Morpheus’ demeanor was frigid, a stark contrast to the man who had embraced and kissed her the


    previous night.


    “L-Let me clean your wound,” she softly offered. “How was your sleep? I prepared breakfast, but


    Seamus brought food, too. Which would you prefer?”


    He remained silent, casting an eerie stillness over the atmosphere.


    “Hey!” She maintained a smiling facade, speaking flirtatiously. “You’re in luck! This is my first time


    cooking, so you must try my food! Don’t you dare touch what Seamus brought!


    “W-What’s wrong, Morpheus?”


    He seemed emotional.


    Despite the unappetizing appearance of the spread and the likelihood that the vors didn’t meet his


    expectations, he cherished it.


    The blisters on her arms, her disheveled, sweaty hair, her cheerful eyes attempting to uplift him…


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    He fervently wished for just the two of them in this tiny house.


    Yet, the vivid dream fromst night lingered.


    “She’s a noble swan, and you’re a dog stuck in the mud!”


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    A pang struck Morpheus’ heart. He gnashed his teeth and forcefully pushed her arm away!


    Persephone staggered, dumbfounded and confused by his sudden action.


    “Morpheus…” After calming herself, she cautiously asked, “Does your wound hurt?”


    She thought it irrational toin about a scraped knee as a child, let alone someone covered in


    injuries.


    How could a person with wounds all over find joy?


    “Something’s off with you!” She purposefully pouted and tapped his shoulder. “I get you’re upset about


    being hurt, but taking it out on me is wrong! Be a good boy, have breakfast, and let me tend to your


    wound. I’ll… consider forgiving you!


    “Morpheus?


    “Morpheus…”


    “Go away!” he suddenly yelled, ring at her. “I was kind enough to push you away. Stop irritating me.


    Don’t make me hit a woman!”


    Persephone’s mind went nk as if lightning had shattered her beautiful day.


    She couldn’t control the tears, sobbing with a mix of anger, fear, sadness, and despair. Such a cascade


    of negative emotions in a single day was beyond her imagination.


    Persephone was at a loss for words while shaking uncontrobly and sobbing.


    Seamus stepped forward and confronted Morpheus, “I’m done with you! What do you want? What


    makes you think you can talk to her like that?!”