Sir Ares, Goodnight

Josephine's heart softened at Zayne's pitiful expression. Taking over the ointment, her face flushed as she applied it over his behind.

Zayne could not help but laugh at Josephine's beet red cheeks. "Why are you so shy? You do know that there won't be any hiding between us after we get married, right?" Using her hands, she covered his face.

"Okay, okay. I'll stop." Zayne stopped teasing.

Chirp, chirp, chirp.

The sound of birds singing drifted through the quiet park.

Sighing, Zayne lifted his head to stare at the scenery outside the windows. "The Tourmaline Estate is beautiful. What a quiet and pleasant place as well. I'd say it's quite the paradise.'

However, Josephine sounded uneasy when she spoke, "Both Uncle Jacob's and Uncle James' illegitimate children have become adults in these few years. Every year they use the Grand Old Master's birthday to make themselves known to the world with all sorts of oppression." Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Pausing for a while, she continued, "Tomorrow will be Grandfather's actual birth date. Who knows what

monumental incident will happen or who the protagonist will be tomorrow?"

worry about it, alright? With your brother

humane as he once was. I'm afraid of the repercussions and acts of revenge he'll have to

flashed in Zayne's

the same time

faint sweetness of osmanthus wafted through

the rocking chair, Rose plopped her cheek o n one hand for support as she breathed in the intoxicating sweetness of

rocking chair and glanced over at the

had yet to be any signs of the session coming to an end. Afraid to bother Jay, Rose walked through the door that led to the backyard by herself and followed the scent of

into the clouds. Flowers such as tree peony and hibiscus filled the space in between. Foliage bloomed into the cramped path, covering it as it

Rose's lithe frame vanished under the numerous vegetation

fall before she knew it, and trekking the path became more difficult than it already

on the last piece of bluestone, Rose stared ahead-The road in front

see

'Is someone there?'

surprisingly, "Is somebody