Sir Ares, Goodnight

The man Josephine mentioned was her elder brother, Zayne Severe.

Josephine's feelings for Zayne was like how she felt for Jay-tragic and lowly. They were like two moths toward the fire. Their endings may have been different, but they were equally poignant.

Rose felt as if there was lead stuck in her throat. She stood up, headed to the wine cupboard, and took out two bottles of red wine. She passed one to Josephine while the other was for herself. "I think you need this," Rose said.

Josephine gave a grateful smile. "Sister-in-law, you're truly a good friend." She took the corkscrew and opened the bottle of wine. Once done, with two hands on the bottle, she tilted her head backward and gulped down the wine.

Traces of red liquid flowed down her neck and into her cleavage. She looked rather appalling.

Rose smiled slightly. "You're the most un-aristocratic young mistress I've seen."

Josephine sniffled. "To hell with those etiquettes!"

switched off

hooligan. That man not only took away my

about it, he was so mad that his blood pressure boiled, and he nearly died from it. Later, they handed me to my big brother... He got me to abort the baby and sent

knew that I lived unlike a human nor a ghost for

Josephine into her embrace while her own eyes had tears in

patted Josephine's back like

this world, no winter will not pass and no spring will not arrive. Take things one day at a

Rose with teary eyes. "Sister-in-law, have you been living this way all these years as well?" S~ᴇaʀᴄh

Rose nodded. "Yup."

it's a pity that we didn't

What do you think?"