Married a Secret Billionaire
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 regain composure. 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 glared 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 flavors didn't meet his expectations, he cherished it.

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

His emotions were in disarray.

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

Yet, the vivid dream from last night lingered.

"She's a noble swan, and you're a dog stuck in the mud!"

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 to complain 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, glaring at her. "I was kind enough to push you away. Stop irritating me. Don't make me hit a woman!"

Persephone's mind went blank 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 uncontrollably 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?!"

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