Sir Ares, Goodnight

As Rose listened to Baby Zetty's heartbreaking accusation against Jay, she started feeling uncertain and uneasy.

Since the day Baby Zetty moved into Horizon Colors, Jay had been treating her like an outsider. The cold and detached Jay had been treating Baby Zetty very indifferently, and this made Baby Zetty feel as though she was living off him like a parasite.

Baby Zetty had become more and more taciturn lately and was also smiling lesser and lesser, which was not a good sign. Rose feared that Baby Zetty would start isolating herself and become uncommunicative like Jens if she continued to live in an environment where she constantly suppressed herself.

Rose did not know how to comfort Baby Zetty as she had no control over Jay's attitude toward her. She could only rack her brains to think of a solution.

Jay returned very early in the morning but did not go upstairs. He sat on the couch and began smoking vigorously.

Rose stayed up all night. When she went downstairs to grab a drink, she saw Jay sitting on the couch and nearly fell to the ground in shock.

"Sir Ares!"

Rose looked at him with great astonishment, barely

glimpse of his handsome face from the glowing cigarette butt. Despite that, the look on his face was that of extreme depression and decadence. There was also a strong smell of alcohol

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eyes started burning brilliantly on his decadent face. His sharp eyes

suddenly asked, his hoarse voice

all night

a little thirsty, so I

upstairs!" He clearly knew that she was lying but, he still insisted on exposing her

"Oh, I

me?" Jay asked, peering into

trace of helplessness emanated from Rose's eyes. Would she be brave enough to admit it? If she tore off her cloak of disguise and exposed her true feelings in front of him, he might just end up mocking and ridiculing

much she tried to express her feelings for him, he would only respond by using ten

need her concern at

ill-matched couple, get it? There's no love, only resentment. Do I have nothing better to do? Why should I worry about you? I'm already busy enough attending to the little devils, how could I