Sir Ares, Goodnight

Angeline scrambled to pick up the letter and switched on the table lamp on the coffee table. Under the faint yellow glow, she began to read.

"Two years ago, you left without a goodbye. Let it be my turn this time. We're even now, Angeline Severe."

There were no emotions to be read within the resolute and indifferent words.

Angeline broke apart with a loud wail. "What does he mean?"

The old master felt his composure crack under his granddaughter's heart-clenching wails. Opening an eye, he looked at his granddaughter with guilt spilling from his eyes. "I'm sure understanding one letter isn't difficult for a girl as intelligent as you."

Angeline ripped the letter to shreds. "I understand the letter, but what I don't understand are his feelings. Wasn't he supposed to be someone who's heart is as open as the seas? How could he still hold such a grudge? After- After all that I've done to apologize, he's forgiven me already, hasn't he? So why is he just leaving like he's angry again?"

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Who would have thought that Jay's plan would be so extensive, easily misguiding Angeline with his words?

He understood Angeline best, after all.

With his hold over Angelina's heart, he could easily have her hate him the same way he had her falling for him.

The old master had his work cut out for him. All he had to do was comfort this crybaby.

your misguided impression. Other people say that he's a petty man who pulls revenge on every little thing, that he's a complex man who spends every

find him. I'm going to ask what he means myself. Does he want to

with tears streaming down

master sighed

the depths of his heart. There was nothing he wanted more than to have them spend the

man. In the case that both of them had their hands tied, he would choose to save Angeline if he needed to make a

choice he had no other

master closed his eyes as he leaned back onto the rocking chair. Confusing

his mind.

I've made a grave mistake. This is the end of the Ares family," rambled Dylan Ares incoherently that day

always believed the ruthless other to be a man so high up on the social caste, he decided the fates

Dylan had always been a man whose composure remained intact even in the face of

day, Dylan resembled

his blankets to

hands shook as he held the cup of tea,

"I've accidentally- My daughter-in-law-"

blank at

despite his fear

not to be