Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 711

Angeline was fast asleep when a commotion was heard outside.

Angeline jolted upright. Ripping the needle from the infusion bag out of her arm, she stumbled down the stairs.

This was her first time out of the bedroom. The mansion was designed like a castle from Medieval times. The walls, made from majestic, natural marble, had numerous vintage drawings carved into them. One who was knowledgeable in the field would realize that there were many unique symbols incorporated within.

The castle felt old and mysterious to Angeline.

It was difficult for her to imagine that a man as young and regal as him would have such an old-fashioned taste in buildings.

When she arrived at the lower floor, she pushed open the door to the back garden. There, in the middle of the pen where the small animals were raised, she saw the insufferable man battling against a bunch o chickens.

He chased after the escaping chickens. Feathers scattered all over the pen, causing the dogs nearby to bark in excitement.

It was a somewhat comical image.

However, it was obvious that the noble young master's male servants did not share that sentiment. They looked at the man nervously as if faced with a dangerous enemy. "Young Master, let us. When have you done anything like this?"

The man stood in the middle of the pen, chicken feathers all over his body. This made his mysophobic self extremely upset.

He used one hand to pinch his nostrils shut and the other to cover his stomach. He seemed to be on the verge of puking. When he saw Angeline, he said determinedly, "I promised that besides that shallow form of love, I'll satisfy you in every other way. If you want meat in your porridge, I'll make that for you."

However, after he opened his mouth to speak, he felt the turbid air make its way into his mouth. The man could no longer stand it and collapsed against the fence, vomiting vigorously. "Young Master, let us."

The men did not dare move without the man's approval. When he had finished puking, he picked up the stick beside him. Holding his breath, he aimed for the escaping hen from a distance. Who would have guessed that the hen would begin clucking and did a poo right where it was standing. Throwing the stick aside, the man began puking again.

Baffled, Angeline muttered, "It's just a chicken."

Right after she finished speaking, the servants looked at her as if she had made the funniest joke in the world.

The young master had excelled in everything he dabbled in since he was a child. Except for butchering, which was his only weakness.

Angeline walked toward the pen, picked up a hen in her left arm and a rooster in her right arm, then walked away.

The man was flabbergasted.

The woman was holding the chickens so close to her. Did she not find them dirty?

However, he was surprised to find that he did not feel disgusted toward her although she had taken these filthy animals into her arms.

It felt wondrous to him.

He followed Angeline out of the pen, and his brows knitted together when he remembered that he still needed to butcher the chickens. That was a tremendous challenge to him.

Angeline walked to the tap and retrieved the knife. Swinging the chicken's head upward, she brought the knife down. Chicken blood spattered everywhere.

The chicken was dead.

The man looked horrified.

The woman's movements were skillful and fluid. It was evident that she had done this multiple times.

Angeline had Mrs. Zimmer boil water. She plucked the feathers off the chicken and dissected its stomach, retrieving the organs within.

An uncanny expression flickered in the man's eyes when he saw her beautiful hands weaving through the chicken's intestines.

Angeline threw the knife down in front of the man when she was done. When he saw the blood on it, he shuddered and immediately turned around with his eyes closed.

Angeline said, "I won't marry you. A useless young master like you isn't looking for a wife, you're looking for a nanny. You might as well use your money to buy yourself a young, beautiful wife."