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?"

her, saying, "Don't worry about it, alright? With your brother overseeing

all sorts of conspiracies, and as a result is no longer as humane as he once was. I'm afraid of the repercussions and

flashed in Zayne's

same time

sweetness of osmanthus wafted through the quiet

as she breathed in the intoxicating sweetness of osmanthus flowers around her. Suddenly, she pondered, 'August is already over. Where is the smell of osmanthus

from the rocking chair

moments ago, and they had been engaged in a conversation with Jay in the study ever since. There 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

camphor trees that towered into the clouds. Flowers such as tree peony and hibiscus filled the space in between.

Rose's lithe frame vanished under the numerous vegetation

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

found that where the bluestone path ended, a muddy little road began. Tip-toeing on the last piece of bluestone, Rose stared ahead-The

see

'Is someone there?'

out surprisingly, "Is somebody