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

him in to take a seat. It's

Jay looked reluctant.

"It'd be too disrespectful

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

was in the past, Grayson would certainly not

sight 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 actually living. Grayson followed them

sit wherever you want,"

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mediate for him. "My husband is a man of few words. That's how he usually is. Don't

sweating in secret. He? Getting upset with the almighty

lives did he

a cup of tea, then carried the basket into the

was actually using such awful vegetables like that to

irritated that he got up and paced back and forth in the

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