Sir Ares, Goodnight

After Grayson left, Marilyn started grumbling endlessly, "I know you're a man of high morals and that's why you refuse to accept alms from others, but can't you see what kind of life we're living? We don't have a single penny, and all the vegetables we ate today were the leftovers from the farmer's market. How are we supposed to live a life like this?"

There was a hint of anger in Jay's eyes. "And you served our guest with vegetables like that?"

His icy tone sent Marilyn shuddering with fear. She then cried and said, "No housewife can cook a meal without food and vegetables. What do you suppose I d o?"

Jay roared. "Bread alone is enough to fill someone's stomach."

Having said that, he turned around and left abruptly.

He shut himself in the bedroom and inadvertently swept his gaze across the Hacker Empire books on the bedside table.

A singsong voice rang out in his mind. 'Mr. Ben, these are my mommy's favorite books!'

They were strangers who had never met, yet even so, she was able to so generously give him her favorite

books. A woman who lived outside of the illusory and fantasy of fame like that was one he truly admired.

He pulled out one of the Hacker Empire books and started flipping through it slowly.

living room, Marilyn sat on the couch

lost his temper at her. She was surprised to learn how terrifying he looked when he lost his temper. Even if he did not have

she swallowed her

lingering fear in her heart when she thought of the incident this

just returned home with

came in from the side. When Marilyn took a closer look at that person,

again?" she

unscrupulously. "I can't take it

I? Take the money and go live your life. What are you

you can get rid of me with that bit of money? Listen up, Marilyn Auberge, you're mine. Had I not killed the man who

want. Once I'm done toying with you, you will

saying those words, he dragged Marilyn into

If he finds out about our affair, then you might as well forget about

very much puzzled. "What the heck is mysophobia? It's not like he's

the man told her with great satisfaction, "Remember, Marilyn Auberge, you're my wife. It's your obligation to do this with

her shirt in a hurry