Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 641

Storm looked at Jay with pleading eyes. "Sir, Ms. Severe said that she’s going on a hunger strike..."

Jay raised his handsome eyebrows. Was this girl threatening him?

"Let her starve first then."

Jay figured that it was because he had indulged her too much last time that he had encouraged and fostered her hot temper, causing her to leave without saying goodbye, and even snuck off to have plastic surgery without even discussing such an important decision with him first. 1

He seemed to have made a mistake. From now on, he would switch to a different mode of discipline. He would switch from being indulgent to being strict, maybe that would help with correcting her hot temper.

Having said that, Jay pushed the wheelchair into his bedroom.

Angeline yelled for a very long time but no one paid any attention to her.

Exhausted, she laid on the tiny bed next to her. Her disheveled hair that hung loose made her look like a ghost.

She did what she said and did not eat or drink the entire day...

When Jay walked in to see her the next day, she laid o n the bed, her hair disheveled and hung loosely like a ghost. Weakly, she said, "Are you here to collect my body? It's still early. Wait a few more days."

She had no intention to repent at all.

Jay pushed the wheelchair to her and lifted the black hair that was covering her face.

Angeline sneered at him. "What’s wrong, can't stand seeing a beautiful woman like me dying? Don't worry, a beauty like me won’t look too bad even if I die."

Jay noticed how tender and rosy her face was, how full of vigor her tone sounded, quite unlike someone who had been starving for a day and night.

He actually felt quite relieved.

"How many procedures did this face of yours go through?" he asked.

If this was back then, Angeline would never tell him for fear that he would be heartbroken when he learned about it. Now, however, Angeline misunderstood thinking that Jay did not love her anymore, hence she did not hold back at all and blurted out, "Uncountable."

Frost lingered in Jay’s eyes. "Is it worth it to suffer so much for this face?"

Tears welled up in Angeline's eyes instantly.

Jay turned his wheelchair to her and faced her directly. He could clearly see the guilty look on her face. "Did someone put a knife on your throat?"

Angeline muttered, "No." "Then why hide your identity?"

Angeline's eyes were pink. She answered weakly, "I’m afraid of you-"

"What are you afraid of?" Jay’s patience was running out as he listened to how reluctant she was when she answered his questions.

"I left without saying goodbye and went for plastic surgery because I was afraid that you will get angry, and even more afraid that you won’t want me anymore." Finally, she poured her heart out and said all the things that she had been bottling up inside all this time.

All of a sudden, relief washed over her.

She then looked at Jay fearlessly, wearing a look on her face that seemed as though life gave her no pleasure, and death gave her no bitterness.

"Why did you do silly things like that if you're afraid? Are you out of your mind or are you plain stupid?" Jay was furious.

Aggrieved, Angeline's tears flowed like a broken tap. All of a sudden, she lost control of her emotions and started scolding him for the crimes he had done. "It's clear that Angeline is the only one who has a place in your heart, that's why you can’t bring yourself to accept Rose, that's also why you used Angeline's identity for both marriage certificates. I just want to b e the person whom you can accept wholeheartedly."