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."

Ares have any requirements for the banquet's costume?"

and asked with a darkened expression, "The one I'm

started sweating. Mr. Ares looked aristocratic and haughty in everything he wore. Even if the outfits were

gentry banquet, he ought to

great," Grayson said before

after Rose. He had only one goal in mind- Asking Rose Loyle to be

Rose. And I don't have many friends of the opposite sex, so will you be my dance partner?" Sean begged Rose softly yet persistently. He was famed for his never-say-die

the whole ordeal. Wealthy families often held many banquets, and there were plenty of bugs in banquets. She just escaped from

sounded like a ceaseless

rejected him.

teeth and finally threw in the

sofa in a daze when Jay returned home. Next to her was a haute couture dress with a matching

gown. The coldness in his eyes dropped several degrees instantly. "Did Sean come over to ask you to be his

Rose nodded. "Mhmm!"

annoyance. While taking off his coat,

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