Married a Secret Billionaire

Chapter 2029

"Let's get out first!"

"Hey, wait..." Persephone pointed to the other side.

In moments of life and death, it wasn't appropriate to laugh, but Morpheus still chuckled. The young

Prince Christopher was sprawled on the floor in a very ridiculous pose, and they almost forgot about

him!

"Don't worry," Morpheus whispered. "I won't let anything happen to him."

He had Persephone cling to his back and then carried Christopher.

Christopher was a tall fellow, so it took some effort to carry them both to a safe place.

Fire trucks, ambulances, and police cars rushed in. Their sirens pierced the sky, startling a flock of

birds.

The fire was soon extinguished, and Persephone and Christopher received timely treatment. Luckily,

their burns weren't too severe, and even more fortunately, their faces were unharmed.

When Christopher woke up, he felt bandages wrapped around his head, and his skin had a burning

sensation. His heart sank, and he was almost on the verge of tears.

"Tell me the truth! Am I disfigured?!"

The nurses nearby didn't speak but suppressed their laughter.

"Oh no! Ahhh!"

Christopher was in despair, about to cry his heart out, mourning his lost handsome face, when

someone opened the ward door.

Doctors and nurses bowed and greeted the newcomers, "General Orton, Ms. Hamerton!"

"You guys go out first." Morpheus smiled. "I'll talk to His Highness."

The doctors and nurses exited, and Christopher covered his face, adamantly refusing others to look at

him.

Persephone laughed as she brought a mirror over, and though Morpheus tried to persuade him gently,

he remained engulfed in sorrow.

"Christopher!" Morpheus' tone shifted from gentle to authoritative.

This stern reprimand instantly took Christopher back to many years ago when he trained with the Orton

Troop, and Morpheus was in charge, often shouting at him like this: "Christopher, stand at attention!"

"I..."

"Put your hands down!"

"But... I'm already like this, and you're still..."

Christopher saw Morpheus' serious face through the gaps between his fingers. Although his face was

stern, the amusement in his eyes was evident.

Christopher hesitated but eventually lowered his hands.

Persephone quickly held the mirror in front of him. He was startled at first, then saw himself in the

mirror with his head wrapped in bandages.

His face was unscathed!

Christopher was stunned for a long time before he cried, overwhelmed with joy. He had never liked his

face this much before!

"Hey, why are you crying?" Persephone smiled. "Look at me. I'm more injured than you, and I didn't

cry!"

Christopher took in the bandages on Persephone's arms and legs. Though not hindering her

movement, it was clear these burns would need some time to heal.

He was the same. His head was injured, his legs grazed. Thinking back to the chaotic scene in the fire,

he felt a sense of joy from surviving the ordeal.

"It was Morpheus who saved us!" Persephone held onto her beloved's arm, incredibly cheerful. "That

day, he single-handedly saved both of us! We had barely escaped when the building behind us

collapsed."

"So, if it weren't for General Orton, we wouldn't be alive." Christopher looked at him gratefully. "Many

years ago, you saved our country, which means you saved me. And this time... you saved me again." Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Morpheus smiled as he gently embraced Persephone by his side.

"Hey!" Persephone looked at Christopher. "Not only did he save you, but he also carried you out!

Princess carry, you know!"

Christopher was dumbfounded. "What?!"

"I think you should stop being a prince and become a princess instead!"