Sir Ares, Goodnight

Grayson was startled. "Oh."

'Mr. Ares has always disliked attending all kinds of high-profiled banquets, mostly because he hates being surrounded by women.

'This time around, Mr. Ares barely thought to reject Sean Bell's invitation. He must surely have a little ounce of respect for the heir of Bell Enterprise.'

"You'll need a dance partner, Mr. Ares!" Grayson brought it up carefully.

"A dance partner?" An image of Rose flashed through Jay's mind.

She had waltzed with him on the night of Josephine's birthday banquet, and he remembered them being well -coordinated with one another.

"Prepare an evening gown for Rose Boyle."

Grayson was so stunned by his statement that his jaw dropped. 'Mr. Ares gets nauseous whenever Rose Boyle's name was mentioned in the past. Now, he's taking the initiative to ask the latter to be his dance partner?'

Perhaps this was the opposite of the saying that went,' familiarity breeds contempt'?

"Yes."

have any requirements for the

a darkened expression, "The one I'm wearing is not

and haughty in everything he wore. Even if the outfits were

attending a gentry banquet, he ought

said before hurrying

of effort today to seek after Rose. He had

don't have many friends of the opposite sex, so will you be my dance partner?"

families often held many banquets, and there were plenty of bugs in banquets. She just escaped from Josephine's birthday banquet and was not planning to jump into

incessantly long-winded and sounded like a ceaseless broken

rejected him.

and finally threw in the towel."

the evening, Rose sat on the sofa in a daze when Jay returned home.

The coldness in his eyes dropped several degrees

Rose nodded. "Mhmm!"

annoyance. While taking off his coat, he

raised her head, flustered. "Why? I've already promised him, so I can't take my words