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.

the

replied indifferently, 'Get rid of

breakfast, Jay arrived

"Mr. President, Missus threw the roses you sent her

find anything about the barbaric

Grayson slouched. "Not yet!"

the president's darkening gaze, Grayson explained, "Missus took a leave today for some reason. The

gaze. "The reason behind

constipated. "The hospital doesn't know why, Mr. President. They wouldn't dare ask for

me? Find out what the

spend time with this rascal, he would not

"Yes, Sir!" Grayson fled.

bed. The itch on her

dose of the allergy medication that Josephine had bought

to long for the expensive roses

the roses your

my brother sent are the more exquisite ones and of quite a few assortments. I'd say perhaps a few hundred, if not thousands, for

again your brother's pretty rich. Like the spoiled rich

she sighed again in frustration. "He's willing to spend so much on an insignificant care worker, yet what about his actual wife? He won't even spend a cent

Josie was speechless,"..."