Chapter 1947


    Persephone remained silent, holding her head low in contemtion.


    The stark reality unfolded before her—Morpheus and she came from different worlds. He was the


    untamed beast in the jungle, while she resembled a delicate flower spoiled within the confines of home.


    His world embraced freedom, while hers revolved around dreams.


    Like an unnned melody, their love story began as a pure ident. Yet, she couldn''t let it go, holding


    onto the hope that it would endure.


    "Sephy..." Seamus summoned his courage, reaching out to hold her hand.


    However, she evaded him, recoiling as if an electric shock coursed through her the moment he made


    contact. Her gaze spoke volumes, indicating that he had overstepped a boundary.


    Seamus bit his lip. "I''m sorry."


    Guilt washed over Persephone as she recalled the countless kind gestures he had made since her


    youth. Apart from her family, perhaps no one else would exhibit such unwavering loyalty. In her


    younger days.


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    Persephone would y tricks on him, creating chaos.


    The most extreme instance involved sending him to the beach to search for a pink shell she imed to


    have seen in a fairytale. He took it seriously, scouring through corals and getting stranded in the ocean


    during high tide, unable to swim. It was a near-death experience.


    Her parents intervened, imparting a severe lesson. She had endured the harshest punishment—no


    food, an entire day in time-out, in a distant and chilly ce where the sounds of wild birds and a cold


    night breeze prevailed.


    Alone and sobbing, she assumed no one woulde to her aid. Then, Seamus, battling a high fever,


    stumbled in.


    Despite his fall, the candy he held remained intact.


    Additionally, Seamus knew her dislike for the usual tea, so he would prepare hot Earl Grey milk tea for


    her.


    Persephone felt a lump in her throat as she softly held his hand.


    "Miss."


    "I should be the one apologizing." Her voice softened. "I caused a lot of mischief, and you had to clean


    up the mess for me every time. I..."


    "Don''t say that." Seamus smiled gently. "I''m your bodyguard. It''s my job to do anything for you!"


    Persephone looked at him. The way he gazed at her remained unchanged from her youth—gentle and


    attentive.


    Yet, for some reason, she sensed he was hiding something.


    Unlike Morpheus, whose deep eyes revealed his soul, Seamus remained a mystery.


    She shook her head, pushing thoughts of him away.


    "Oh yeah. Didn''t you mention there was a mole? Did you find him?" she asked.


    "I did." Seamus brought her favorite cheese spread and delicately applied it to the toast.