Sir Ares, Goodnight

Marilyn put on an awkward expression. "Darling, you don't actually need to tell me what your job entails or how much money you're making. I... I..." Jay's hands were suspended in the air.

Therefore, Marilyn took the card with both hands, the delight concealed in her eyes unable to escape Jay's eyes.

He explained to her. "It's not that I don't want to share it with you. I just want to use this money for something else." Marilyn let out an 'oh', but she still grasped onto the bank card tightly with no intention to give it back at all.

Jay learned something from this. This woman's sense of security was maintained with money instead of with him. This realization made him somewhat unhappy.

"Take your time and practice then, darling. I'll wait for you in the bedroom." Marilyn stood up and smiled softly. Jay's eyes were condensed into ice. "Mm."

Even though she showed him support for what he was doing, she did not really win his favor at all.

Was she not looking forward to sleeping with him tonight anymore?

In the eyes of money, it seemed like... she was able to let go of her persistence.

the feeling of displeasure he felt for

on the wall

tune over

accept his fate.

Marilyn was already asleep, but when he lay gently at the

"Darling."

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and let out a forlorn

moonlight was shining through the screen windows and onto his handsome face, adding a

into her world, God was not on her

"Go to sleep."

up and walked to

at the edge of the bed dejectedly, guilt