Sir Ares, Goodnight

Jay held Rose's hand and walked toward the center of the dance floor.

The previously noisy hall place suddenly quieted down. Everyone's attention was at the center of the dance floor.

Rose was like a puppet being manipulated as she trembled and looked at Jay. When the music started, she was still a little shocked and stood unmoving.

Jay frowned. He rudely took her into his arms and placed his lips next to her ears. He threatened in a low voice, "Rose, it's fine if you want to embarrass yourself, but don't bring me down with you." Rose snapped out of it quickly. He was a public figure. Every move and word he said was under the microscope of the public. If they embarrassed themselves, he might appear in the news for days. For a man like him who had never lost a day in his life, would it not cost millions for him to lose face?

Rose tried to focus. With the familiar music and familiar dance partner, she was able to put herself quickly into the right state of mind.

Jay did not expect her to partner well with him. After all, the waltz was no ordinary ballroom dance. One had to pay great attention to the melody. Only two people with perfect and consistent rhythm could move concurrently, stepping at the right spot while exuding a romantic and aesthetically-pleasing dance.

Out of his expectations, Rose danced the waltz as if they had done it a million times with her reacting quickly to every change of his movements.

doubts as he lowered his eyes to scan her face only to find that she was cleverly turning her face away

almost screamed out in pain. She looked up at him suddenly and heard

Jay's fiery eyes. She said awkwardly," Sir Ares, I'll lose focus if

did not show

dance steps occasionally exuded an unyielding force. When she danced, she looked

like a sea of stars-always so vast and secluded. She could never

love, who was my boyfriend.

able to dance with him, I had to learn this

"Your puppy love?" He remembered that she was in her early twenties when she got

in

that infatuated look off your face, Rose. You're the most hopeless romantic I've ever seen," Jay said

and clear eyes lit up in flames. "Sir Ares, can you guarantee that you'll only ever love one person, marry that one person, and only have children with that one person for the rest of your life? If you, the

In the future, he might have to find the most suitable mother for the children. It seemed that