Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

"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!"

"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."

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!"