Sir Ares, Goodnight

The receptionist nurse at the desk noticed the little boy. He had a head of charming black hair and was dressed in a white T-shirt with an armor print on his chest, a pair of black track pants, and a black mask. The monochrome look of his getup made him look stylish, like something out of an artistic painting. The nurse fancied that he looked just like a little prince from a comic book.

'He's so freaking cute!'

"Who are you looking for, little one?" The nurse walked over and greeted him with a warm smile, her voice gentle.

"I'm looking for my-my daddy!" the little boy instinctively.

'Mommy said I should always be careful when I'm outside.

'Don't tell any strangers the truth, except for police officers, of course.'

The little guy looked up innocently at the nurse, "Miss, do you know where my father is?"

When the petite nurse observed the boy's face, with his big round eyes peeking from under his mask, she was awestruck with a sudden realization. 'Those eyes are exactly the same as the cold Mr. Ares's!' i

However, Mr. Ares always had that trademark serious look on his face. Even with the charming good looks he was gifted with, most people would not dare to approach him.

The little guy standing before her was the complete opposite. He looked soft and cuddly and his warm smile could melt snow. Frankly, he was rather irresistible.

"Oh, yes. Mr. Ares's office is on the ninth floor!" the nurse answered quickly without hesitation.

The little boy was a little displeased. Did he really look like this Mr. Ares's son? Or did he just have a common face?

The nurse's attitude took a 180-degree turn. She leaned over and asked courteously, "Shall I take you to his office?" i The boy quickly shook his head. "No."

'This nurse looks pretty but she doesn't seem very bright. If she follows me around, she might ruin my plan,' he thought.

At that moment, the elevator door opened and the boy swiftly hopped onto the elevator.

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