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.

share that sentiment. They looked at the man nervously as if faced

man stood in the middle of the pen, chicken feathers all over

to cover his stomach. He seemed to be on the verge of puking. 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

after he opened his mouth to speak, he felt the turbid air make its way into his mouth. The man could no longer stand it and collapsed against the fence, vomiting vigorously. "Young Master, let

for the escaping hen from a distance. Who would have guessed that the hen would begin clucking and did a poo right where it was standing. Throwing the

muttered, "It's

looked at her as if

he was a child. Except for butchering, which was his only

the pen, picked up a hen in her left

The man was flabbergasted.

so close to her. Did

he was surprised to find that he did not feel disgusted toward her although she had taken these filthy animals into her

wondrous to

remembered that he still needed to butcher

to the tap and retrieved the knife. Swinging the chicken's head upward,