Sir Ares, Goodnight

Angeline was fast asleep when a commotion was heard outside.

Angeline jolted upright. Ripping the needle from the infusion bag out of her arm, she stumbled down the stairs.

This was her first time out of the bedroom. The mansion was designed like a castle from Medieval times. The walls, made from majestic, natural marble, had numerous vintage drawings carved into them. One who was knowledgeable in the field would realize that there were many unique symbols incorporated within. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The castle felt old and mysterious to Angeline.

It was difficult for her to imagine that a man as young and regal as him would have such an old-fashioned taste in buildings.

When she arrived at the lower floor, she pushed open the door to the back garden. There, in the middle of the pen where the small animals were raised, she saw the insufferable man battling against a bunch o chickens.

He chased after the escaping chickens. Feathers scattered all over the pen, causing the dogs nearby to bark in excitement.

It was a somewhat comical image.

it was obvious that the noble young master's male servants did not share that sentiment. They looked at the man nervously as if faced with a

the pen, chicken feathers all

When he saw Angeline, he said determinedly, "I promised that besides that shallow form of love, I'll satisfy you in every other way. If you want meat in your porridge, I'll make that for

his mouth. The man

escaping hen from a

muttered, "It's just a

looked at her as if she had made the funniest

he was a child. Except

walked toward the pen, picked up a hen in her left arm

The man was flabbergasted.

holding the chickens so close to her. Did she

surprised to find that he did not feel disgusted toward

wondrous

remembered that

to the tap and retrieved the knife. Swinging the chicken's head upward, she brought the knife down. Chicken blood spattered