Sir Ares, Goodnight

It was at that moment Rose understood why cultured rogues were harder to deal with than uncultured ones!

After lunch, Jay suggested that they go golfing. Rose gladly agreed, for she did not know if he would revert to his monstrous ways if she declined.

Tourmaline's golf course was quite a few times larger than ordinary ones. Greenery filled the large landscape.

John Ares was currently participating in some rather indecent sports activity with a young lady on the court at that moment.

"Don't look." Jay lifted a hand to shield Rose's eyes.

"Why not?" She promptly pulled his hand down.

"It's free action in high definition. It'll be a waste not to watch."

The two heard Rose's wonderful commentary just as they began to get heated on the grassland. As if they had just been doused with ice water, the duo immediately pulled on their clothes.

John Ares looked like he was just forced to eat poop.

"Can't you tell that I'm busy, Jay Ares? Leave us alone!"

John looked despondent.

indifferent. "She wants to learn

you so open about this? How do you want us to do it when you're standing here? How about you teach me instead?" Jay's gaze fell on Rose, fondness seeping through his

us

not help but flush red. She immediately turned into

loved the embarrassed look on

too unpolished. It's rather unsightly,"

Jay's expression twitched.

skills

asked, "Are you sure? How about we put

no, no. Your skills are

turning to glance at the lustful lady next to him. For a reason unbeknownst to him, he felt as if there was something wrong with his taste at that moment. Not that he would

time. Come play with us?" John stared contemptuously at Rose after having made his mind to make a fool

of

"Sure." Jay agreed readily.

played golf. As a result, she lost horribly right at

side. "Oh, nephew. Where did you even find

walked over to Rose. Teaching her with his hands on hers, Rose regained the gist from her training in her past life. The golf ball soared straight into

was rendered speechless. Indignant, he shouted, "You

may be annoying, but John Ares is hardly any

The ball then hit John square in the

f*ck told you that golf balls could fly, Rose Loyle?" John yelled as he