When A Deadbeat Meets A Merman Villain
"Mrs. Atwater, not all merfolk can produce pearls..."
I sighed in disappointment and turned my head to look at Theo, who was sitting beside me, peeling apples. I asked quietly, “So, you're a rare variety?"
The fruit knife in Theo's hand paused as he expressionlessly handed me an apple." Eat."
I pursed my lips. As expected, merfolk who could cry pearls were all treasures.
Meanwhile, Melody had called no less than ten times. The first time the phone rang, Theo was peeling grapes for me. The screen lit up, and he glanced at it, his fingers slightly stiffening.