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 of

replied indifferently, 'Get rid

Jay arrived at the

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

find anything about the barbaric rascal who sent her

Grayson slouched. "Not yet!"

took a

"The

wouldn't

"Excuse me? Find out what the missus is doing

she taken leave to spend time with this rascal,

"Yes, Sir!" Grayson fled.

lay lazily on the bed. The itch on her skin

larger dose of the allergy medication that Josephine had bought her, Rose

the expensive roses

how much do you reckon the

and of quite a few assortments. I'd say perhaps a few hundred, if not thousands,

then again your brother's pretty rich. Like the spoiled rich kid of spoiled

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 on me. Sigh, he doesn' even

Josie was speechless,"..."