Ares raised an eyebrow, folding his arms across his chest. He felt offended. "Why are you questioning something that has absolutely nothing to do with this issue? Didn't you ask about the search for the priest and the chosen one?"
Right, that's how it should be. Why am I asking things beyond my control?
V didn't fathom what was happening to her; why she could ask such a thing to Ares? What's the problem if Ares has fated mates? Since yesterday, her mind has been troubled by this. But V couldn't hold back her curiosity. She wanted to know what kind of woman Ares's fated mate was.
There was nothing wrong with the dining atmosphere. This spacious room was so bright due to the row of gigantic glass windows surrounding them. The domed roof with white and red hues, the chandelier lamps, the majestic furniture. Every wall, then, the palace furniture that was always luxurious, radiated a blend of grandeur and elegance.
Even all the delicate food menu.
