Sir Ares, Goodnight

Perhaps he was trying to completely eliminate any possibility of committing a mistake, so Jay brought Marilyn and Tiger over to Imperial Capital the next day itself.

The family of three lived in a tiny apartment.

The apartment was different from the single-bedroom courtyard house they used to live in. Back then, he shared a room with Tempest instead of with Marilyn. Even so, things still went well.

Right now, Jay and Marilyn would meet each other often. Even though they were husband and wife, Jay still found himself suppressing and holding back.

Marilyn thought otherwise.

She treated him as her man. After taking a shower, she wore a thin slip dress and embraced him from behind, acting coquettishly. "Darling, you haven't slept with me for so long. Tempest was there last time, so we couldn't do it because you had to take care of him. But now..."

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He tried his best to hold in the discomfort in his stomach and reminded himself that he was Marilyn's husband. Therefore, he had the obligation to fulfill his duties as a husband.

"Mm." He nodded with a frown.

Marilyn reached out and unbuttoned his shirt. When her slightly rough hands rubbed his delicate skin, Jay could not help it anymore.

pushed her away and ran to the bathroom, vomiting to his heart's

the bathroom door, sighing. "What kind of strange disease do

Jay tottered out of the bathroom and slumped on

Marilyn nodded. "Mm."

had no other

couple did not say anything

carried her quilt and went to her son's

trace of guilt emerged on Jay's charming

live with her in complete harmony and felicity as husband and wife, but he just could not understand why he felt uncomfortable all over the moment Marilyn came

tried to use his

to his room

would

and

Ms. Severe, we should

won't do anything to hurt her. You're not wrong to fall for me, Ms. Severe, but you're wrong when you fail to control your emotions and allow it to

the bubble of hope in Angeline's heart. Then, her world

rolled down her face. It was only when she noticed that her vision had become a little blurry did she realize that her intermittent vision loss had recurred. Terrified to go on venting out her

long and wet curly hair stuck to her back. Her bare face that carried no trace of makeup looked as fresh