Married a Secret Billionaire
Chapter 1925

Seamus was utterly shocked.

Morpheus glanced at him with a slight triumphant smirk.

"Flinge is hot and humid," he casually remarked. "Having some cold beer relieves fatigue."

Seamus blinked, then watched as Persephone poured beer into a glass and drank it like it was a regular beverage.

Morpheus chuckled, almost talking to himself, yet with a calculated intent. "Sephy, you really like this, right?"

Persephone agreed cheerily, "Yeah!

"Seamus, you should try it too." She offered him a can. "I've never had this kind of drink before, but it's surprisingly good!"

Seamus smiled and shook his head. As a bodyguard, he needed to remain alert at all times.

"Sephy, perhaps... you should take it easy," he advised.

"It's fine!"

"After all, we're in someone else's home," Seamus emphasized the words "someone else's".

"Are you worried that she might get drunk and something could happen?" Morpheus cut in directly with a faint smile. "She's been staying with me all this while and hasn't treated me like an outsider. I haven't treated her like a guest either.

He pushed a plate of stir-fried beef toward Persephone. "Besides, she seems to really enjoy the dishes I make!"

Seamus' expression soured, and Persephone sensed something amiss about Morpheus beside her. He was smiling, but the darkness in his gaze grew deeper. He had even intentionally slid his chair closer to her, subtly moving it.

The square table, set for three people to sit separately, now appeared as if Persephone and Morpheus were sitting together, facing Seamus.

Persephone felt like laughing. She felt a sense of helplessness when she noticed Seamus' cutlery pausing in the air.

Then, there was a knock on the door. Wynn's timely arrival made the already awkward atmosphere even more peculiar.

When Seamus saw Wynn, he was initially taken aback. He then watched Persephone affectionately linking arms with Wynn...

Considering her experiences during this period in Flinge, he felt that everything was not as abnormal as it seemed. He blamed himself for not protecting her and not being by her side when she needed it the

most.

Wynn, as usual, brought a few of his signature dishes, warmly urging Persephone to eat. Then, he sat next to Seamus, much like how Morpheus and Persephone's chairs were placed, inching his seat closer to Seamus.

Seamus maintained distance, courteous yet somewhat aloof. He had never realized that a meal could feel this prolonged.

Finally, Seamus had the chance to pull Persephone outside after she finished the last sip of beer. Wynn got up to clean the dishes in the kitchen while Morpheus went to the balcony for a smoke. "Ms. Hamerton!" Seamus was slightly anxious.

"What's the matter?"

"You..." There were many things Seamus wanted to say but couldn't voice.

He was the son of the head steward of the Hamertons and had grown up with Persephone. To him, she was an untouchable moonlight, an unattainable dream. He was willing to sacrifice everything to protect her, like a knight by the princess' side, only to watch a true prince come and take her into happiness.

However, that prince could never be the beast smoking on the balcony!

Seamus took a deep breath, struggling to speak. "He... hasn't done anything to you, has he?"

Persephone looked at him for a while, furrowing her brow. "Of course not!"

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