Sir Ares, Goodnight

Waking up, Rose realized a horrible truth. She was allergic.

"Ah!"

The sound of a pig getting slaughtered rang from the bathroom, causing Josephine to fall from the bed in shock.

"What happened?"

Josie dashed to the bathroom to see Rose's fair skin dotted with red rashes under her loose collar.

It matched the color of her face.

Josephine stared in shock. "You're allergic to pollen?"

Rose facepalmed herself. "Rose Loyle's body is naturally weak. I can't believe I forgot about it."

Josie immediately walked off to message her brother with her phone. 'Immediately! Right now! Get rid of your roses!'

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She had evidently loved the flowers others sent her yet at the same time would sweep his precious flowers out her door.

was the meaning

indifferently, 'Get rid of

Jay

Missus threw the roses you sent her in the community trash can this morning." Jay's expression

barbaric rascal

Grayson slouched. "Not yet!"

darkening gaze, Grayson explained, "Missus took a leave today for some reason. The rascal

lifted his gaze. "The reason behind

Mr. President. They wouldn't dare ask for details since this

frosty. "Excuse me? Find out what the missus is doing today, right

time with this rascal, he would not tolerate playing the

"Yes, Sir!" Grayson fled.

The itch on

the allergy medication that Josephine had bought her, Rose felt slightly

long for the expensive roses in the

how much do you reckon the roses your brother

and of quite a few assortments. I'd say perhaps a few hundred, if not thousands, for one?" Rose's face scrunched up. "You're telling

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in frustration. "He's willing to spend so much on an insignificant care worker, yet what about his

Josie was speechless,"..."