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Persephone followed Catherine like a robot, trying to discern the exact nature of
Catherine's personality.
Suddenly, Catherine patted her shoulder. "Let's separate here, yeah?"
"What?"
"You'll buy vegetables over there." Catherine chuckled. "And I'll buy chicken here. You're
not good at picking the right one, so let me do it!"
Persephone agreed and went to the place she had been directed. Catherine would create
a list before coming to the market. All Persephone had to do was buy everything on the
list.
These items were the vegetables and fruits that Seamus liked.
Her status in the house seemed to have shifted with his.
He felt more and more like the head of the house while she played the role of an obedient
maid.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtPersephone bit her lip. Seamus appeared less tense lately. Today, he hadn't sent
bodyguards to follow her.
She knew he hadn't hired them for her safety but to keep an eye on her.
She took a deep breath and felt like a rock pressed on her. She was getting closer to the
truth, even if it might be too cruel to bear.
She shook her head to clear her thoughts and began selecting vegetables.
An old woman tended to her. She seemed kind, with a smile on her face, speaking in the
local dialect.
Persephone smiled courteously. She only understood a couple of terms in the local dialect.
"Pick the big ones, young lady!" The old woman grabbed peppers and put them in her
bag. She said in broken dialect, "Stir fry these peppers. They're delicious and nutritious!
Full of vitamins, giving you great skin!"
"Okay. I don't want this much!"
"You do!" The old woman looked at her. "Business is hard for an old woman like me. Be
kind and buy more!"
"But..."
Persephone was a little annoyed. How could someone force her to make a purchase? The
old woman shouldn't have guilt-tripped her!
"I really don't need so much!" She snatched the bag from the old woman. Suddenly, she
felt something shoved into her hand during the struggle.
As if electrocuted, she froze, staring at the old woman blankly.
The latter stared at her as well, smiling.
The couple of minutes they stared at each other felt like centuries had passed.
The old woman then started yelling. "Ugh, forget it then! You've only picked a few. How am
I supposed to run a business like that..."
Catherine came to her rescue, confronting the old woman.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAs they left with the vegetables, Persephone looked like she had lost her soul, following
behind her.
"Miss?" Catherine looked at her with concern. "What's wrong? Did the old woman scare
you? She's known to guilt-trip everyone in the market. She would bully anyone who goes
to her stall. Don't take it personally!"
Persephone nodded when she snapped back to her senses. She lied, saying that she
wanted cakes and got Catherine to buy them.
Meanwhile, she hid under a tree outside the market.
She quickly opened the note, seizing the opportunity of being alone. There was only a bus
doodled on the strange note and a cross on it.
Her heart thumped!
Was it Morpheus who was telling her that?
But if it was Morpheus, he would have contacted her through the phone instead of using
such an indirect way!
Who was the person secretly sending her messages...
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