Sir Ares, Goodnight

It was four o'clock in the morning when Cole returned to the mountain villa.

When he opened the door and entered, Carson was standing behind him like a ghost. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Are you heading out or are you just coming back, Young Master?" Carson rubbed his eyes sleepily. His voice was akin to a ghost that was crawling out of an ancient well.

Cole shoved the coat in his hand into Carson's arms. Then, he sat down on the sofa in the living room with a darkened face. He picked up the hip flask on the coffee table and began to gulp the contents down. Carson walked over. "Who made you this unhappy, Young Master?"

Cole swallowed a mouthful of liquor, and the corners of his lips curled up in anger.

"That damned woman, Angeline Severe, actually rejected me after I went all the way there to present myself!" Cole scoffed angrily.

Carson's jaw dropped in astonishment.

Did he hear him right? His young master went out wanting to frolic with that woman in the dead of night but was rejected instead?

Cole pointed toward Carson's exaggerated response."

Close your mouth."

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