Sir Ares, Goodnight

At one o'clock in the morning.

Rose had returned to Garden Of A Diary.

Gently opening the door, she entered the house and shuffled upstairs.

She tried not to have herself make a single noise!

It was just that as she went upstairs, she had accidentally kicked the row of decorative grass which was erected next to the handrails on the floor.

It made a small sound.

At almost the same time, the row of bright ceiling lights on the second floor came on.

Jay stood at the top of the stairs, frowning. He only slightly relaxed after seeing Rose. "Sir... Sir Ares!" Rose was frozen in place, stammering,' Sorry, did I disturb your sleep?"

"I haven't slept yet," he said.

Upon hearing his answer, she was slightly surprised. Jay's work and rest system was rigid. If there were no weddings or funerals, then these few hours would essentially be an immovable time of rest. She slowly walked up, raised her small head, and looked at him. He seemed to be in a good mood, judging from the slightly raised corners of his lips. He

looked really charming.

He suddenly hugged her tightly in his arms as if he wanted to meld her into his body.

Rose was dumbfounded.

on with

tonight," he said

heart sank slightly. Did this guy have any ulterior

late. I still have to take

for you."

a breath, she wondered what she

into his bedroom. He thoughtfully started the

brain to figure out what his ulterior motives were even after soaking in the bathtub. What was he going to

then unwilling to get out in the bathtub, thinking that she could drag the time on like this. As long as the day brightened, that devilishness in his body would fade away! She would be safe by then. She forgot, however, that if the devil intended to do something, how could she stop

her suspiciously. "Are you

he mocking her for taking too

Rose blushed, saying, "Could

Rose wrapped herself with a bath towel, he

snow-white crystal velvet nightgown in his hand. He then peeled off her bath towel and dressed her

bedroom was completely

lying on the bed, holding the quilt tightly with both hands. Her eyes were gleaming in

was already

Jay had turned sideways, holding

action was

went for a trip to the outskirts