Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 1019

When Jay came out of the shower, he found Marilyn sitting on his bed.

Startled, Jay slowly furrowed his brows.

Marilyn patted the empty bed and called out softly. "I get it now, darling. Since we're husband and wife, I won’t complain about your illness when you're sick. I'll sleep next to you every day from now on, and maybe someday, you'll get used to this physical intimacy and your illness will heal even without any medication."

When Jay's gaze fell on Marilyn’s swarthy arms, his stomach started churning uncontrollably. He endured the pain with a frown and shuffled over.

Marilyn embraced him tightly. She called out in a soft and mushy voice as if her entire body was being burned by a blazing fire.

"I feel so uncomfortable, darling," She seduced him in a mellow and sultry voice.

Jay remained silent as he tried to endure the increasingly sickening feeling in his stomach.

Eventually, he pulled her hands away without any mercy.

"You know I can’t, Marilyn, so why are you doing this t o me?" His voice sounded like it was enveloped in a

block of ice, extinguishing her blazing passion in an instant.

She held onto him stubbornly, unwilling to let go.

Jay broke free of her grasp. "I'm going downstairs for a walk."

He turned around, opened the door, and left.

When Marilyn heard the sound of the door opening and closing, a forlorn expression emerged on her face.

"Do I disgust you that much?" Tears streamed down her face.

Jay wandered aimlessly in the cool night and eventually fell asleep on the bench downstairs of the housing estate. When he woke up, a gust of cool breeze made him feel dizzy and light-headed. That was when he knew that he had caught a cold.

In the early morning, Marilyn came downstairs to look for him while holding the child in her arms. When she saw him sitting on the bench sneezing, Marilyn said with tears in her eyes, "I won't force you to sleep with me anymore. You don't have to keep avoiding me either. Just go home and have a good rest."

Angelina fiddled with the diamond sunflower on her nails and praised him. "Good job."

Grayson put on a bitter look on his face. "Ms. Severe, these departments voiced their objections during the

meeting yesterday."

Angeline's voice was cold. She carried an unyielding aura that of a queen. "Objections? Send them to me then."

Grayson nodded. "Okay."

"What about you, Zayne?"

Seeing that the pleasant atmosphere had turned stifling because of Grayson, Zayne glared at him.

Grayson,"..."