Sir Ares, Goodnight

Carson fetched two bottles of white wine, tossed one to Cole, and said, "I'll sacrifice myself to get drunk with you today."

Cole took the white wine. When he saw the small bottle of clear liquid, he frowned. "Why did you bring such a tiny bottle?"

Carson said, "You've never drunk alcohol before, Young Master. You should probably take it easy because this is your first time drinking."

Cole roared angrily. "The two old fools drink wine like they're drinking plain water. I'm the direct line of descendant, so I'm pretty sure I inherited their high alcohol tolerance." S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Although he complained about the tiny amount of wine given to him, he still opened the bottle and tilted his head back to pour the wine down his throat.

Carson stared at his young master in a daze. "Wine has to be savored slowly, Young Master. You'll only be wasting good wine if you drink like that." After finishing a bottle of wine, Cole could feel a ball of heat spreading throughout his entire body. "This stuff sure is great for warming the body up."

Cole stood up. "I'll go and drink in the wine cellar."

After taking just a few steps, he started staggering.

Carson looked at the wobbly Cole and hurried to follow him.

"I think you're drunk, Young Master."

more than

so desperately tried to get rid of had only grown more lucid. The low and depressing emotions that he tried so hard to suppress were now gushing out

Cole suddenly collapsed to

out of so many

any man in the

'He's my cousin!'

have to return

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he

was compromising by sacrificing his

"Carson!"

him, he

"Yes, Young Master?"

say that a widow in the Yorks' stronghold has coveted me for a very

out in a cold

Widow doesn't deserve someone as gentle

I'm pretty sure there's a man in her heart that she can't forget about