Married a Secret Billionaire novel Chapter 1984

Seamus was quiet for a moment. "I don't understand what you mean."

"You said that you'd do anything for me."

"This remains the same."

"Does that include hurting me?"

The air went unnervingly silent.

Persephone could clearly see how Seamus' shoulders slouched and his back trembled slightly. Her heart jolted alongside.

Even after learning what Seamus had done, Persephone still kept her hopes. He had grown up with her. Their relationship was different. Parting felt like piercing a capillary from the palm that caused pain to spread uncontrollably. Even with the blood stopped, the scar remained for life.

Persephone said with a serious tone, "Seamus, I believe you won't harm me, right?"

"Of course not," Seamus replied. "Miss, don't overthink it. Get some rest."

"When are we leaving here?"

"The day after tomorrow," he answered firmly.

She hesitated before asking, "Are we really taking the bus? I heard... buses aren't safe."

"Don't worry." Seamus turned around, giving her a slight smile. "With me around, nothing will happen to you."

Persephone felt like something hit her—hard.

It took her a lot of effort to suppress the urge to cry. When she returned to her room, she weakly leaned against the door and slid down on the floor.

Just now, she wanted to cry, but now, she felt like laughing mockingly. Seamus had said the same thing to Greta—"Nothing will happen to you."

Persephone couldn't find words to express her pain upon hearing that.

Growing up together, she knew what kind of person Greta was. She wasn't good with words and had a naïve character. Even when wronged, she would just smile foolishly.

Now, Catherine said she was smart, courageous, and had means...

What kind of environment could have forced that innocent Greta to become Bailey Neale?

Persephone didn't dare to imagine. All she could do was shed tears.

Her first half of life had been too smooth, seeing only the beauty in the world. In just a few months in Flinge, she seemed to have witnessed the world's ugliness.

Yet, in reality, the demon had always been around her—it was the person she trusted the most.

"Miss, Madame Bailey is the one who's always protected you and Morpheus in secret." Catherine's words echoed in Persephone's ears. "And what does Seamus think of you? Do you really know?"