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.

and curbed the feeling of displeasure he felt for his wife that

on the wall was ticking

the familiar tune over and over

o'clock did Jay accept his fate. He covered the piano, got

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

"Darling."

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and let out a forlorn sigh. "Am I

his handsome face,

wanted to pull this mysterious man into her world,

"Go to sleep."

and walked to the

at the edge of the bed dejectedly, guilt and selfaccusation gnawing