Sir Ares, Goodnight

"My Angeline deserves the grandest wedding. She should not have to marry me in such a pitiful manner," Jay said solemnly.

Angeline said seriously, "I don't feel pitiful. There's a lot of money in the bank card you gave me. So much that I won't be able to finish spending it in a lifetime." The expression on Jay's face darkened unnaturally when money was mentioned...

"What do you want?"

"Jaybie, the bank card can act as my dowry," Angeline replied smilingly.

Jay looked at her silently before he pulled her chin toward him and kissed her lightly on the lips.

"Well then, what are you going to give me?" Angeline's eyes sparkled as she anticipated her gift from her love.

"Myself!" Jay said as he pointed toward himself.

Angeline nearly choked on her saliva. As she coughed violently, she muttered, "That's not as good as money."

Jay pushed her away and glared at her angrily. "You dislike me?"

laughed dryly. "Love, I

Jay would never have thought that there would be a day when

money.

course, my love

Her eyes glinted mischievously.

a feeling that he would not like whatever she

expected, Angeline's next words nearly caused him

can just pounce on

Jay,

the bottle of Chateau Lafite-Rothschild on the table, opened it,

him and smiled as she said, "This is some

me." She lifted her head

himself, 'This girl is already so bold and unconstrained when sober. Who knows what sort of indecencies she'll get up to under the influence of alcohol?" Angeline felt a gush of warmth settle all over her body

she nuzzled, cuddled,

influenced by alcohol. Jay chose to