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.

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

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

a long time, Jay tottered out of the bathroom and slumped on the couch. "I'm sorry, Marilyn. Please

Marilyn nodded. "Mm."

had no other choice but to

couple did not

night, Marilyn carried her quilt

guilt emerged on Jay's

and felicity as husband and wife, but he just could not understand why

stood up abruptly and walked slowly to the next door. He tried to use his willpower to overcome his quirks, but as

returned to his room in

would collapse without

bathtub, and

star-crossed lovers, Ms. Severe, we should learn to

anything to hurt her. You're not wrong to fall for me, Ms. Severe, but you're wrong when you fail to

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

vision had become a little blurry did she realize that her intermittent vision loss had recurred. Terrified to go on venting out her emotions, Angeline raised her head

quickly climbed out of the bathtub, her long and wet curly hair stuck to her back. Her bare face that carried no trace of makeup looked as