"You had no choice on the battlefield."Persephone looked at him with her crystal eyes. There was a magical power in them. Even if a devil was tearing him apart, her eyes would always bring him back to light.She smiled and caressed his cheek. "Though you killed your father, you saved the country.""Do you really… think so?"She nodded. "You're not at fault. He was the one who made a mistake. You were just fulfilling your job as a general to protect the country."But I also understand that he's your father who brought you up, after all. You guys must have had happy days before that happened, right?"Morpheus held his head low in silence."You did well as the protector of the country," she said softly. "But as a son, you can secretly pay homage to him."Persephone held his hand. "Reconcile with your father, Morpheus. You'll also reconcile with yourself by doing that, okay?"He was stunned for a long time and felt a lump in his throat.-Morpheus stayed with Persephone in the
With Morpheus' involvement, the police didn't slack off and quickly found Rebecca.That day, Rebecca was preparing to escape from a small port. The boat she had found was an illegally operating one.As she was about to board, piercing sirens sounded nearby.The boat owner, enraged upon hearing the sirens, grabbed Rebecca by her hair and pushed her into the water.Rebecca screamed for help, but he roared, "I didn't expect you to be sent by the cops!""I'm not..." Rebecca choked on water. "Sir, let's leave now. Your boat is fast. As long as we reach the open sea, no one will catch you!""Dream on!" The boat owner wanted to strangle her. "Do you not understand? These sirens are from the royal guards! Who did you bitch provoke?"Rebecca was dumbfounded. Being a foreigner, she naturally didn't understand the local affairs in the Southeast Aciatic region.The police and royal guards quickly caught up, armed, and surrounded them.Rebecca turned pale and trembled all over, her gaze gr
"Only Morpheus and Sephy aren't like that. They respect and understand me. Sephy told me once, 'One's appearance doesn't indicate anything. A clean heart is what truly matters!'"Rebecca chuckled dismissively."You're a psychologist, yet you fail to grasp this," Wynn said coldly. "Actually, I pity you. You could have stepped out, yet you insist on dwelling on the trivialities."Morpheus has psychological barriers, a consequence of returning from the battlefield. No one has cured his PTSD except Sephy... It shows that a true psychologist is never just a title."What truly heals everything is love!"-One particular morning a year later, sunlight streamed through sheer cream curtains onto the floor.Persephone was sound asleep when she suddenly felt something pressing down on her... Then, Morpheus' strong arms wrapped around her slender waist. She drowsily opened her eyes to find him sealing her lips with heated kisses.Over the year, his kissing skills had improved, and Persepho
“It’s getting late. Go to bed.”The man’s deep, husky voice pulled Cordelia Jenner out of her reverie abruptly. When she looked up and met his deep eyes, there was an emotion that she could not decipher in them.She clung to the hem of her dress nervously and could not help feeling the pace of her heartbeat picking up.Since she had entered the room, she had been sitting by the edge of the bed. She had stayed in the position for so long that her back was numb from being so tense and straight. She had not even changed out of her wedding dress.It was not until the man had taken a shower and exited the bathroom that realization had struck her. She was going to spend the night with this man as a newlywed. However, she had no idea how to interact with him. What was more, she had gotten married as a substitute.She was the illegitimate daughter of a rich family, so she had married this broke man in place of her elder sister—just to fulfill a marriage pact made by the last generation of
Cordelia’s mind went blank. She felt a warm chest press against her back. She could even hear strong, rhythmic heartbeats. The man above her kept her securely within his arms, and she tried taking a deep breath but still could not stretch out her frozen limbs.The man stopped abruptly.“Do you know who I am?”Cordelia paused. The man wanted to say that he was her husband and this was their wedding night. It was more than justified for them to do this as husband and wife.In spite of this, Cordelia took his question literally and timidly answered, “I do… You’re Marcus Grist.”The man squinted and gave her a light smirk. Marcus Grist… Hah, should he be glad that she knew the name? It was too bad that he was not Marcus Grist—and she was not Yelena Jenner.From the moment she had stepped through the door, he had been able to tell that she was only a substitute. He did not know why, but the temper of the Jenner heiress would never allow her to marry a countryside villager.It was f
Cordelia draped a light robe over herself and went out to the front of the house, where Marcus was working out.The man’s upper body was bare while he held two dumbbells in his hands. As the morning sun shone on his pronounced muscles, it felt like he was Helios, who had descended from heaven.Cordelia’s cheeks burned a little as she greeted him softly. “You’re up early!”Marcus turned around to glance at her.Cordelia scanned her surroundings. The front of the house was not too spacious. It was rather messy, and there were sandbags, boxing gloves, baseball bats, weights, and similar things lying around. Her heart squeezed. She dared not claim that the rumors were true, but Marcus must fight often.She wondered about the man’s temper. She had heard that people in this area were severely masochistic and it was not uncommon for drunk men to beat their wives up.Cordelia bit her lip and stepped closer, asking him with almost bated breath, “Um… Have you had breakfast?”“No.” The man
“I washed it!” Cordelia said hurriedly. “I promise it’s clean! There’s nothing wrong with it!”“Hah, you washed it?” the sales assistant scoffed. “Miss, why’d you wash it when you only rented it for a day? You rented it to get married, not to farm, right?”Cordelia, who was embarrassed, flushed.The conditions during her wedding had actually not been too different from farming conditions. She had walked the muddy village paths in the rain, soiling her white wedding dress and shoes, as well as chafing her feet.The sales assistant flipped the skirt of the wedding dress repeatedly and threw Cordelia dirty looks.“Miss, even if you wash this washing dress, you have to dry wash it!“Do you even know what dry washing means?”The sales assistant intentionally mocked her upon seeing how naïve she was. “Sigh, our wedding gowns have been sold one after another since we opened for business. This is the first time we rented one… Hah, don’t get married if you can’t even afford a dress!”“C
The boutique was suddenly pin-drop silent. The others looked sympathetically at the sales assistant while the latter scowled. Despite that, the manager who came eyed her, urging her to do what the customer wanted. After all, that was one expensive wedding dress.Marcus was nonchalant, and the smile on his aloof face never did reach his eyes.Cordelia could not help tightening her hold on his hand.“Forget it, let’s not buy it,” she told him softly. “This wedding dress is very expensive, and we won’t have much use for it in the future…”“Swipe the card.” Marcus sounded frosty. “No password necessary.”Ultimately, it was the boutique manager and designer who mediated the situation.Marcus stood by the door smoking while Cordelia had her measurements taken inside. This time, no one dared mock her. The sales assistant stood aside stoically after the manager chastised her, and the designer kept complimenting Cordelia’s figure. Even the manager treated her like she was a VIP, making he