Sir Ares, Goodnight

Jay turned him down straight away. "It's a hassle to move."

Grayson, Yeap, that was definitely his way of dealing with a situation.

"Daddy." Suddenly, a kiddy voice interrupted their conversation.

Marilyn held Tiger's hands and was just returning from the vegetable market. The vegetables in the basket looked very much wilted and even slightly yellowish.

Grayson's falcon-like pupils suddenly contracted. Did this woman actually pick vegetables like that to cook?

To feed Tom, Dick, and Harry?

Grayson's heart was clouded in a layer of obscurity for some reason.

Marilyn had always been someone who would move a t the sight of money, hence when she noticed Grayson driving a luxury car, she immediately wanted to curry favor with him. "Who is this, darling?"

"A colleague," Jay replied.

Marilyn let out an ingratiating smile. "If he's your

in to take a seat. It's

Jay looked reluctant.

be too

Master Ares' ice-cold countenance, Grayson felt a little guilty as

Grayson would certainly not go against his

of the shriveled up vegetables in Marilyn's basket today made him uneasy. He wanted to find out what kind of life Master Ares was

you want,"

carried no trace

eyes a few times. Jay was still ill-tempered as always. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ

husband is a man of few words. That's how he usually is. Don't

Getting upset

lives did he

cup of tea, then carried the basket into the

woman was actually using such awful vegetables like that to cook for Master

irritated that he got up and paced back and

eye to Grayson's abnormality and uttered mildly, "If you feel uncomfortable,