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!"

one go. The chatterbox in Josephine could not be switched off once she began. She continued to blabber on. 1 "Sister-in-law, do you

had sex with that night was not Zayne, but a lecherous hooligan. That

nearly died from it. Later, they handed me to my big brother... He got me

abroad to study. Nobody knew that I lived unlike

while her own eyes had tears in them as

Josephine's back like she was

no spring

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Rose nodded. "Yup."

excitedly, "Rose, it's a pity that we didn't

What do you think?"