Sir Ares, Goodnight

Garden Of A Diary.

Jay watched the moving company move out his belongings with an indifferent expression as he sat in the middle of the living room.

The employees of the moving company would occasionally come over to clarify with him when they encountered some things that they did not understand. "President Ares, do the daily necessities need to be moved out as well?"

"Do the indoor flower pots need to be moved?"

Jay said, "Move everything that belongs to me out of this house."

He wanted to leave the Garden Of A Diary to Angelina. Since Angelina hated him so much, if she saw his stuff, she would... Jay shook his head and smiled bitterly. He did not dare to think about the hateful expression on Angeline's face.

Once Garden Of A Diary had become empty, it was as if no one had ever lived here.

Any traces of Jay were obliterated.

Only then did the moving company drag the few carts of furniture to Tourmaline Estate.

Jay's Rolls-Royce appeared at the gates of Tourmaline Estate an hour later.

Ares heard the news of Jay's return, and his usually unchanging face even as when Mount Everest collapsed, crumbled

was a child

Old Master knew that he could

through the doors of Fragrant Vessel Court, Jay stood tremblingly. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the

wanting to support him,

worried look, "President Ares, your legs are still recovering.

stubborn expression. That was the strongest thought of the king

as well as the sharp pain from the base of his

this short lifetime, he

one needed to protect

Another example, forbearance.

bow down to any evil

body and walked toward

could not help but think of the many good memories from before after returning

there, of her look when

penetrated his tympanic

cage that suffocates people, why

time... He had yelled at her, "Rose Foyle, put away your absurd thoughts. Divorce is a very