Sir Ares, Goodnight

Grand Old Master Ares examined closely Jay's handsome but impassive face. Jay was piqued when Rose's name was mentioned, though he remained emotionless, which showed that he still rejected

Rose's existence.

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An almost imperceptible, yet persistent shadow appeared on Jay's impassive face.

A long time later, he nodded very slightly. "I owe her a lot. Those words that I had said to her when we were children, she had treated them seriously. I didn't respond to her advances... If I knew that she would end her life that way, I would have told her that the promise I made to marry her is the most truthful and honest promise that I have made in my life."

Grand Old Master Ares nodded. "I believe you. You love Angeline from the bottom of your heart. She is a good girl, and I have also thought that only her intelligence and beauty could match you. Unfortunately, fate is cruel!"

When Angeline Severe's name was mentioned, a hint of a warm smile appeared on Jay's cold face.

an irreplaceable position

both restrained and wild, and both

to Imperial Capital. At the time of her death, she

burned with

pulling back his wandering thoughts. "Let the dead rest in peace, Jay. You can't keep on mourning her forever. You should walk out of your sorrow and make yourself forget about her.

slightly. "I will,

he did not mean

Old Master Ares seemed to have remembered something. He furrowed his brows. "I've heard from

thought that if I can't marry the woman I truly love, then I should find someone with a mutual understanding to raise the

Master Ares looked at Jay. He remembered that his grandson had always been a stoic person, never even furrowing his brows in the most critical situations. He did not expect that his

Old Master Ares pushed himself up by the long table and leaned close to Jay. "If the reason you marry is because of your son,

a series of barely visible ripples in a

Grandfather," He spoke softly with his thin, irresistible lips. There was no warmth in his