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.

the living room, Marilyn sat on the

rarely 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 an argument with her, those stern eyes alone were enough to frighten her out of

to him at first, but she swallowed

felt a lingering fear in

she had just returned home

side. When Marilyn took a

here again?" she asked in a

as Ken walked in, he started hugging her unscrupulously. "I can't take it

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

think 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 tried to rape you back then just to protect you, I wouldn't be jailed either and wouldn't have trouble looking for a job now. Since you've ruined my life, you'll have to

you however I want. Once I'm done toying with

those words, he dragged Marilyn

has mysophobia. If he finds out about our affair, then you might as

heck is mysophobia? It's not like he's a rich young master or anything. Why are there so

After his desires were met, the man told her with great satisfaction, "Remember, Marilyn Auberge, you're my wife. It's your

shirt in a hurry and