Married a Secret Billionaire

Persephone was puzzled by the scene unfolding before her. Instead of serving as her bodyguards, the two men appeared more like Seamus' subordinates. After a prolonged silence, she glanced at him coldly, forced a smile, and said, "Seamus, are you so averse to trying the soup I prepared for you?"

"I've recovered, so I don't need it," he replied.

"Is it that you don't need it, or do you lack the courage to eat it?"

"Miss, you..."

Abruptly, he looked up, sensing a change in her demeanor.

Or perhaps she had always been that way.

Being a Hamerton, she was protected, but her core remained-stubbornness in adversities, the ability to discern one's intentions, and quick decision-making in times of danger... Seamus bit his lip, studying her intensely.

"I was joking," she reassured, transforming into the harmless creature she often portrayed with a smile. "Seamus, do you think the medicine I prescribed isn't up to par? I thought this might not be the correct prescription... But I can't recall what's missing or added to it.

"Forget it. Don't eat it then. We won't be able to go home if something goes wrong."

"Miss..." Unknowingly, a shiver ran down his spine.

Staring at her innocent smile, he wondered if the brief, intense glare had been an illusion.

"Speaking of prescriptions, I remembered something," she said, taking a seat beside him. "I spent some time in Southeast Aciatic when I was young, learning about medicine with my great-grandfather. We made many incorrect prescriptions, and you were always our guinea pig! Hehe..."

He forced a smile and played along.

Suddenly, Persephone reached for his hand. "It must be tough for you to stay by my side all these years, right? I have a bad temper, and I am immature and difficult. Yet, you always tolerate me. "You're more than just my attendant." She slowed down. "You're family."

Locking eyes with him, she felt as if centuries had passed in those few seconds. Emotions rapidly shifted in his gaze.

Her heart chilled as his eyes turned cold. She was certain he was no longer the person she once knew.

The human heart changed faster than the wind.

Persephone took a deep breath and chuckled. "When I was young, you told me you were willing to do anything for me. What about now? Will you still do that for me?"

"Of course," he asserted. "I'll do anything for you, miss."

"Then take me home immediately," she demanded, looking at him. "I don't want to stay here anymore."

"Alright."

"And you shouldn't have thrown a tantrum at Granny Catherine. She's old, and it's hard for her to work. She took good care of me, so I hope she can return before I leave." "Understood." Seamus responded monotonously. "I'll bring her back."

Persephone kept her phone in her pocket, with Morpheus on the line. "Seamus, are we taking the boat this time too?"

"No need," he replied. "Something went wrong twice when we attempted to travel by sea. It proves that we've been targeted." "What's the plan, then?"

"We won't travel by sea this time. We'll take the bus," he replied.

It had been a while since they were in this situation. Taking the bus felt unfamiliar to her.

From what she remembered, people wouldn't opt for the bus for long distances...

Nevertheless, she nodded obediently and smiled at him. "Okay. I'll leave it to you!"