Sir Ares, Goodnight

Rose slowly closed her eyes.

She was no longer willing to open them. She merely felt the distinct amount of pleasure he was giving her.

He was gentle as if he was dealing with a fragile porcelain doll. However, the occasional loss of control made her feel extremely overwhelmed, and finally, she could no longer bear the exhaustion. She got muddle-headed and fell asleep.

By the time she woke up, it felt as if her body had fallen apart.

She cast countless curses toward Jay at this moment. She wanted to take him outside and give him a good beating.

How long would she have to rest before she could finally get out and work?

It appeared to be dawn outside the window.

It took Rose an immense amount of effort to get up. The slight breeze brought about a refreshing burst on her body, and that was when she found out that she was wearing nothing. Rose's facial expression immediately changed.

Jay would have definitely found out the fact that she was a woman.

She wanted to get out of bed, yet she immediately

heard a crisp bell sound from her ankle. Chains were locked onto it, and this made Rose spew a series of foul words.

'F*ck!

you

there?" Rose shouted for a long

throat was getting dry as her voice cracked. There was a thermos cup next to her, and Rose picked it up to unscrew the lid without thinking much.

temperature was neither cold nor hot, and

a message under the thermos. "I'll be back soon, baby. Let's have breakfast

a strong aura to it. It

it be if

did not expect Jay Ares, the dapper-looking fellow, to secretly be a scum. Did he imprison her here to be his

were steady and robust-sounding footsteps

glared at the door in a fury. When Jay pushed the door open and entered, he was slightly startled when he saw her. "Why are you up so

with her locked ankle and asked angrily, "What

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Rose."..."

people." Rose thought of the things he had done last night and felt sick

stood in front of the closet and chose a camisole dress. Then, he

"Are you done?

was about to throw

stool and sat in front of her. He appeared calm and unruffled as he fixed

wicked thought. Since she disguised herself, he would not recognize who she was anyway. If she cursed at him to relieve her

"Scum!