Sir Ares, Goodnight

Rose had a weak physique, so it did not take long for her to fall into a deep sleep. Jay stroked her palm-sized face, his slender fingers landing on her knitted brows. "Angeline, what kind of secret are you hiding? Can't you tell even me?"

He pondered about the men in the Ares family. His second uncle and third uncle had many love affairs when they were young. His fourth uncle, John Ares, was not married and was even more of a womanizer. Yet, Grand Old Master Ares and his father were men with lots of self-respect and self-discipline.

Why did Angeline say that all men in the Ares family had a habit of having affairs?

It was not as though Jay had never investigated the Ares family. Seven years ago, after Angeline got into the car accident, he had suspected that someone in the Ares family may have tampered with it. After all his marriage with Angeline was an allegiance of strong forces. It was bound to threaten the interests of the other families within the Ares family.

He had investigated for a long time but found no evidence that they set Angeline up. Instead, he found out about the rich love affairs of his second uncle and third uncle when they were young.

Now, it seemed that he neglected the two closest people around him-Grand Old Master Ares and his father.

Jay suddenly became irritated. The truth hidden in this thickly shrouded forest gave him a very intense feeling for some reason... That it was a secret that would bring upon destruction.

That was why Angeline was unwilling to tell him.

The next day.

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lips gently, afraid of disturbing him.

studied the use of the smart kitchen. Then, with the help

all Jay's

woke up leisurely, he sensed that the person in his arms

He put on his dressing gown in a hurry, and when he walked down the stairs, he heard movement coming from

his gaze was drawn to the scrumptious breakfast on the

from the kitchen, still wearing

then melted by

no one had cared about the quality of

effort in making breakfast for him, which made him feel satisfied and happy like he had

and

nice to

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knew that it was