Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 490

Jay spoke, "Don't worry. I called you here to help the patient with counseling."

Rose sighed a breath of relief.

However, she then stared agape at Jay a moment later when his words had sunk in. She stammered," Counseling?"

How was she supposed to counsel the patient when she had never studied psychology?

Jay nodded. "Is there a problem?"

Afraid that offending this divine being meant getting herself fired, Rose had no other option but to brave on.

"I can try."

Sitting on the chair by the head of the bed, Jay crossed his legs and stared at her with narrowed eyes.

Meanwhile, Sera sat at the end of the bed and was ready to gloat in her misery.

Cornered on both her sides, Rose felt immensely pressured. She had millions of things to tell her grandfather yet no idea how to say it out at all.

"Old... Old Master Severe, it's... It's a sunny day today. It's warm with a light breeze. It's a perfect day for a field trip..."

Sera frowned but dared not to speak a word despite

her fuming anger.

Jay lifted his eyes to look at Rose. "Are you reading the weather report?"

Rose stared speechlessly at Jay. Did this man have nothing better to do with his life? Why was he coming to the hospital every day to bother and trouble her?

"I heard that the weather plays a part in people's mood, Mr. President, so..."

Jay rebutted, "Then why do we need doctors if the weather forecast can cure the sick?"

Um...

"I... I'm nervous since you guys are here," Rose answered truthfully.

He replied, "You have to get used to leaders supervising you as you work."

There was nothing she could say."..."

She could not change others' behavior, but she could change how she reacted.

Rose rummaged for her undefeatable spirit and took a deep breath. Then, with perfectly proper English, she began to give Old Master Severe a well-intoned pep talk from the bottom of her heart.

Without her mask, Rose wanted nothing more than to hide away in the dark since she found her face resembling the ugliness of a demon.

Jay felt his heart break at the inferior need to hide away in her eyes.

He would have her live confidently under the sun no matter what.

The fact that her appearance had been ruined hurt him.

There was no way he would let her heart ruin itself either.

With the mask still withheld from her, Rose could only stare with wide eyes.

She turned her head aside, her sparkling eyes afraid t o look him straight on.

"You're an exceptional care worker." Not wanting to instigate a cold war between them, Jay pulled a compliment from the top of his head.

Jay’s desire to get on Rose's good side shocked Sera to the core.

After all, the Jay she knew had always been reticent a s he wore his daily expression of indifference.

Yet the Jay in front of Rose reminded her of the thawing of winter under the warmth of spring. Sera envied the gentleness he treated Rose with.