Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 211

"Rose Loyle!"

Rose was about to reach for the door when she heard Jay’s languid voice that drew her back in. "You slept with me, and now you want to run?"

Rose turned around and shrank her neck like an ostrich. Her voice was slightly trembling. "It wasn’t on purpose, Sir Ares!"

Jay opened the bedding, and his legs loomed under the bathrobe. He walked to Rose's side and pushed the door panel with one hand.

The door was then automatically locked.

Rose felt like she was a bird in a cage. Then, she thought about how he retaliated after sleeping with him for the first time. She was afraid it would be impossible to escape this time around.

"I'm sorry, Sir Ares. I went over my limits last night." Rose was choking back tears at this point.

"Rose Loyle.” Jay lifted her chin. He forced her to stare into his stern, solemn eyes.

"From now on, you're not allowed to drink." He gritted his teeth.

"Why not?" In fact, Rose wanted to ask him, 'Why does i t matter to you whether I drank or not?'

Jay's eagle-like gaze was piercing into her skin. " Because you lose your morality after drinking.”

Rose was stunned. What did he mean by losing her morality?

She had not violated him last night!

After Jay was finished, fearing that she had a goldfish's memory, he sternly warned her once more. "I f you dare to drink again, I'll never let you see your sons again in this lifetime and the next."

It was a ruthless trick. Although Rose started to hate him for it, it was heavily engraved in her memory.

"Got it."

Only then was Jay immensely relieved.

He turned around and walked toward the closet room. He unscrupulously took off the bathrobe in front of Rose. His sexy and chiseled figure was exposed and penetrated Rose’s line of sight.

Rose was so baffled that she hurriedly covered her eyes. She opened the door and fled the room once more.

Jay heard the sound of the door opening and closing from behind, and his thin, charming lips evoked a wicked smile. 1

There was a reason for her guilty conscience. She knew how uncontrollable she was to Jay's charms.

When conscious, she could still control her words and actions. When drunk, however, perhaps she had fully exposed herself.

Jay stared at her. "Since you can’t drink that much, why'd you drink so much anyway?"

Rose looked at him with a blank stare. 'Because I love you, so I want to help you out and protect you.'

Jay saw the moisture surging from the bottom of her eyes. Yet, she cleverly rolled her eyes and the layer of mist completely dissipated.

She was a master of controlling emotions.

This dumbfounded jay.

He did not plan to torture her so cruelly, so he merely turned and left.

Then, Rose sighed slightly.

The three adorable treasures were sitting in a single row on the sofa downstairs. They were occupied with the food show on the TV.