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

and asked with a darkened expression, "The one

haughty in everything he wore. Even if the outfits were bought from a flea market, he would still stand out

since he's attending a gentry banquet, he ought to change his clothes to show

said before hurrying

to seek after Rose. He had only one

opposite sex, so will you be my dance partner?" Sean

plenty of bugs in banquets. She just escaped from Josephine's birthday banquet and was

was incessantly long-winded and sounded like a ceaseless

rejected him.

and finally threw

the sofa in a daze when Jay returned home. Next to her was a haute

The coldness in his eyes dropped several degrees instantly.

Rose nodded. "Mhmm!"

his tie in annoyance. While taking off his coat, he continued domineeringly,

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