Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 320

If he found out that she had just secretly touched him, would she not die from embarrassment?

She pulled out her hand vigorously, but he circled her further and hugged her into his arms. His chin rested o n her forehead.

This action was only shown between lovers, right?

Rose did not dare to move.

"Are you hungry?" The tone of his voice from just waking up was extremely languid. It was wretchedly alluring.

It was already noon time. Rose was so hungry that she could eat a horse.

However, she was inexplicably addicted to his embrace and refused to get up.

Thus, she shook her head. "I'm not hungry."

The gentle, loving moment was soon destroyed by a sudden whistling sound made by Jean Ares. Jean was indignantly slamming his hand on the door downstairs.

"Jay Ares, come out wherever you are!"

Rose got up in shock and put on her camisole dress quickly.

Jay sat up rather slowly and pulled her back to bed."

You can continue to sleep. I'll wake you up after breakfast is ready."

He proceeded to walk around in front of her, looking like a merman.

That chiseled body of his was truly enchanting with broad shoulders, narrow waist, and a pair of long legs. The proportions he had were utterly faultless.

He took out some clothes from the closet and turned around to see that Rose was looking at him with starry -eyed infatuation. The corners of his lips were slightly raised.

"Do I look good?"

Then, she could not be Ange Lin at the moment.

She gloomily stuffed the menswear back into the closet and re-selected a set of women's clothing. She put it on before opening the door and headed outside.

Downstairs, Jay had just opened the door, yet Jean, who was soaked by rain, shouted at him angrily.

"Why’d you open it so slowly? I’m all wet now, achoo-" Jean uttered as he walked in.

"Why are you here?" Jay asked coldly.

Jean made himself at home and took off his wet coat and shirt.

Jay glanced at the little lady hiding on the staircase of the second floor.

He ordered Jean coldly, "Put them back on.” Jean showed him the dripping wet coat. "Can you be more humane? My clothes are this wet and you're asking me to put them back on?"