Sir Ares, Goodnight

"Why are you... aren't you asleep yet, Sir Ares?" Rose wanted to ask him why he was at her rented property, but she quickly realized that the house belonged to him.

"Rose, did you just neglect your children because you have a date with another man?" Jay spoke hoarsely.

He tapped the cigarette between his fingers on the ashtray, stubbed out the tip, tossed it inside, and leered at Rose.

Rose was shocked when she saw the pile of cigarette butts in the ashtray.

How long had he been waiting for her?

"Sir Ares," she walked over and explained to him, "I'd like to come back earlier to take care of the kids, but Mr. Bell wasn't feeling well today and, as his friend, I thought I'd stay back and talk to him..." Before she could finish her sentence, vicious anger appeared on Jay's tired face. "Many cowardly men suffer from sadness and mental breakdowns every day, Rose Boyle. Are you going to talk to them all?" He was implying that she was a salacious woman.

Rose's eyes turned red with tears, though she continued to argue defiantly. "Sir Ares, you don't know how hard my life has been. My parents and my

husband have abandoned me. Mr. Bell is a friend who would help me in my time of need, and so I treasure his friendship. I hope you don't taint our friendship with your degenerate ideas."

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he saw Rose's shoulders

You should go and rest," he

picked up his jacket on the couch and

around. "It's very late, Sir Ares. How about you stay here

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thought that he had the allure of

felt hot. She

asking

cared for him, he would once again trample mercilessly

quickly explained herself.

turned

sat down on the couch, dejected and gloomy. She briefly counted the number of cigarette butts in