Sir Ares, Goodnight

Unable to hold them back in the end, Rose's tears fell freely like rain through a torn canopy.

It wet the pillow beneath.

Could she still believe in him?

Her gaze was empty as the void.

Finally, she set her eyes on the white marbled tiles and the carved mahogany handrails.

The handrail led to the quiet floor upstairs, where it was abnormally dark.

"A crazy woman is hiding in Daddy's bed!"

Jenson's shaky voice suddenly echoed in Rose's head.

Unable to sleep, Rose got up and dressed herself. Then, she tiptoed up the stairs.

Jenson was not the only one panicking about the secret behind the attic, for it agitated her as well.

Who was the woman in the attic?

As the Fragrant Vessel Court was built following the characteristics of classical overlapping architectures, its rooms were built intricately and were naturally dim.

open the door in front

the room and closed the door behind

room conjoined with a bedroom. Simply decorated, there was

into archways. As if they moved on their own, Rose's feet brought her down

was a bedroom decorated with vintage French furniture. The color scheme fitted perfectly

looked around. Other than the floor-to-ceiling screen that more or less covered the view behind, everything else

the screen. Her heart raced nervously for some reason, and her hands

with the Chinese painting, it was an elegant sight to behold. Despite her passion for such art, Rose did not have it in her to stop and admire it. Holding her breath, she

that she had gotten closer to the screen, she could see what

burning smoke

the wall behind hung a portrait of a man in loosefitting clothes, exposing his tantalizing collarbones. Around his neck hung a

tinted with laze as he lay on the

lay a woman with her back

it merely being someone's back, it reminded people of

of the portrait, Rose felt her heart drop down a bottomless pit as she stared at

exquisite features, his charming peach blossom eyes,

was indeed in special relationships with other women! He was even showcasing it so openly

pain. She quickly steadied herself as

the incense burner further pushed Rose into

had never once ceased, which meant someone was living

There was a woman in the