Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 413

Jay was the eldest grandson, so he pulled Rose over to wish Old Master Ares.

"Your grandson wishes you a happy birthday, Grandpa. I hope the coming years will bring you more happiness and health."

Rose bit the bullet and said, "I wish you a blessed birthday, Old Master Ares. May you and your family be blessed with good health all year long!"

When the emcee walked down to receive the gift, Rose hesitated to hand it over.

Jay gave her a look while Rose stared back at him vengefully, whispering, "Didn't you say that Old Master Ares wouldn’t open gifts?"

"Mm, I meant gifts from outsiders," Jay said proudly.

She wanted to cry but found no tears.

God damn it, this b*stard was too good at dismissing people.

Under the glaring eyes of onlookers, Rose had no choice but to present her gift.

Hanging her head low, she anticipated the voices of mockery.

Old Master Ares opened up the gift box and unfurled the scroll.

The ink was not dry yet, so his hand was accidentally stained with a black streak of ink.

The onlooking friends and relatives sighed amongst themselves. "This calligraphy was made at the last minute?"

"How could you do that? If you don’t wish to give a present, then don't!"

Rose felt heat searing her face.

Jay’s cold gaze swept across the people, and the bickering lot immediately fell silent.

Old Master Ares held up the calligraphy, a look of astonishment slowly appearing on his expression the more he looked at it.

Jay had told him before that Rose Loyle was Angeline Severe. However, he had doubted that fact.

Today, he doubted no more.

On this piece of calligraphy, the birthday wish was written in a grandiose manner with a hint of humor in it. The handwriting was intense, intricate, and extraordinary.

That really was Angelina's handwriting.

Rose gave it some thought. "I do want something."

Even getting a simple embroidery needle meant something at least!

Jay thought of what women would like...

"Why don’t I give you flowers..."

She shook her head. "Flowers are no good. I can't eat them!"

Following her train of thought, he then asked, "You want a feast?"

Rose shook her head again. "If I eat more, I’ll become a s fat as a pig."

"What do you want, then?"

"Sir Ares, why don’t you give me some money instead?" asked Rose.

Jay looked at her, speechless. "Giving you money would be too condescending."