Sir Ares, Goodnight

His understanding of her had never gone beyond that night seven years ago. She had made a fool of herself at the wedding banquet. Rose Loyle, as Jay's soon-to-be wife, was supposed to be the highlight of the night, but she had screamed when she saw him as though she had seen a ghost. Her expression that day was the same as a fanatic who had met her movie idol. She had hugged and nibbled him in front of everyone.

It was as though they were like lovers who had reunited after a long separation.

He had lost all his face because of her that day.

From then on, he had considered the daughter born out of wedlock of the Loyle family to be an uncivilized country bumpkin.

After the marriage, he cast her aside like an old shoe.

He hoped that he would weather through his financial crisis and then resolutely divorce her. Unfortunately, that uncivilized country bumpkin in his eyes was not as naive and innocent as he imagined. She set him up and snatched his virginity from him. 1

Ever since then, his hatred toward her had intensified. His anger had blinded him toward her virtues.

Jay finally noticed

not know how it was like growing up in a

horrendous weather and the steepest

"Sir Ares!"

he heard Rose call

"What is it?"

forward because she wanted to keep a distance from

the relationship between Baby Zetty and her father, she tried to look and sound as servile as

uneducated as you might think. I don't know why, but her

kind and docile when she's alone with me. She would cry because she couldn't help a snail find its home. She would take care of her classmates who are sick with a cold. Of course, she would also massage my back and wash my

daughter closer together, instead of thinking that she was only using her daughter so that she could remarry

doubtfully at her. "I'd like to know too, why is she so bad-tempered toward me?" He had thought that Rose had taught the little girl to be rude to him. However, she seemed

love. She did not seem to be the type to make enemies