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

then invite him in to take a seat. It's really impolite to make him

Jay looked reluctant.

quickly. "It'd be too disrespectful

Ares' ice-cold countenance,

was in the past, Grayson would certainly not go

Marilyn's basket today made him uneasy. He wanted to find out

wherever you

carried no trace of warmth at

at him with her eyes a few times. Jay was still ill-tempered as always. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ

husband is a man of few words. That's how

sweating in secret. He? Getting upset with the

lives did he

cup of tea, then carried the

rock had fallen in his heart. This darn woman was actually using such awful vegetables like that to cook for Master Ares? He felt extremely upset at this

up and paced back and forth

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