Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 1793

Boye smiled and said, "How are you feeling today?"

"I’ve recovered," Jay replied stiffly.

Boye said, "How could you have recovered so quickly? You need to undergo treatment for at least half a month more. Thank God I came earlier so your treatment didn't get delayed. If I came late and things spiraled out of control, then it’s only going to spell trouble."

Jay said, "Aren’t you a genius doctor? Why are you afraid of trouble?"

Boye snapped. "You're making things difficult for me o n purpose, are you? Listen up, JJ. Grandma is old now and I will die at any time. You'd better take care of yourself in the future. Think about Angeline. She'll only be healthy when you're healthy."

Jay fell silent.

He thought of Angeline and her recurring somatization disorder. Her heart was so fragile and her body was so weak. What would happen to her if he was not around to take care of her?

"Okay," he muttered.

Boye’s features eased up and then she said with a smile, "You want to see Angeline, right? Go on then,

she’s just next door."

Jay widened his eyes in shock. Anger and surprise were intertwined in his eyes. "She has been by my side these few days?"

Boye nodded.

Jay jumped off the bed, and before he could even put o n his shoes, he dashed out the door.

He pushed the door of the room next door, and when h e saw the thin and silent woman lying on the bed, he felt his heart bleeding.

He dragged his heavy feet toward Angeline, then sat o n the chair beside the bed. Tears were rolling down his face uncontrollably.

"Angeline.” He stroked her face gently.

The depths of his eyes turned colder and colder, eventually condensing into frost. The cold air seemed t o have penetrated his entire body, encasing him in ice.

"It's my fault for not protecting you well."

There was a cold, bloodthirsty gleam in his eyes. His dashing face became gloomy. He tightened his grip on Angeline's hand as an aura of destruction hovered over him.

Boye stood at the door, afraid that Jay would be overwhelmed with grief and end up harming his body that was in the midst of recovering. She walked up to him and reminded him softly, "Angeline can hear you, JJ. She can feel your touch. Don't be sad because this can affect her emotions. It won’t be conducive for her recovery.”

Shocked, Jay looked up at Angeline blankly only to see her eyes remaining firmly shut. Her palm-sized face was so quiet that she resembled a doll. There was no response from her at all.

Jay gently stroked Angeline's messy hair. The hostility around his body gradually dispersed, turning into tenderness as it blanketed Angeline.

Boye looked at Jay, every subtle expression on his face not escaping her eyes. Angeline was the source of his sorrow, his wrath, and his tranquil tenderness. Angeline was the source of all his emotions.