Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 685

At Tourmaline Estate.

The security in charge walked up to Jay and reported," Young Master, both Miss Severe and the second lady returned a moment ago. Following your orders, I didn't allow Miss Severe to enter."

Jay felt his heart clench inexplicably.

Not even in his wildest dreams would he have imagined Angeline getting rejected outside Tourmaline Estate, least of all by him.

"And the second lady?"

"The old master specifically instructed us not to allow the second lady to return home as of this moment."

Jay’s eyes hardened. "Does he no longer care for Josephine’s well-being?"

However, Jay had not the ability to worry about Josie's future right now, for his main priority was how the duo would leave this desolate estate.

"Get a car ready, Storm."

Storm froze slightly. Understanding the president's intentions, he went to the Ares family’s basement and drove out a normal-looking car.

The car had a wooden insulating panel that separated the driver's seat from the back passengers'. Its

bulletproof windows had also been customized into one-way mirrors, where people outside could not see into the car.

Jay took shotgun while Storm drove. He stepped hard on the accelerator toward the main entrance of Tourmaline Estate.

Both Josephine and Angeline walked while supporting each other, their figures lonely on the mahogany brick pavement beside the asphalt road.

From afar, Jay stared on, looking at Angelline's stilettos stepping on the uneven grassy bricks. Jay sighed deeply.

Her legs would surely hurt should she keep walking like that.

"Fetch them a ride, Storm," Jay spoke.

Stopping the car in front of Angeline and Josie, Storm rolled down the back seat window and spoke with a raspy voice, "Would you like a ride, ladies?"

Unable to walk any further, Josie dragged Angeline with her inside.

Angeline finally found her voice and began to speak, " Yesterday, he asked if I had ever missed him.

"I had no idea what prompted such a question at all. S o I brushed him off, afraid that he would worry.

"Had I known he was dead set on leaving, I would've opened up and told him everything. There wasn't a second I spent not thinking about him in all those

years.

"I wondered if his reticence would have him ending u p more frustrated and lonely without me by his side.

"I wondered if the need to entertain clients and guests would force him away from his preferred light palate o r to drink. I wondered if his gastric would relapse. I wondered if the doctors there knew about his intolerance for gastric relief drugs.

"I wondered if taking care of three young children would take too much of a toll on him. I wondered if he had taken breaks from work to rest.

"I spent every waking moment worrying about even the littlest things.

"I've lived two lives, both as if for him and him alone. Every moment I stay breathing is a moment I spend wondering about him. Yet he might never understand ... Just how deep my love for him runs."