Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 790

"Awake?" His voice sounded indifferent.

Angeline asked weakly, "Why am I here? And oh, where's Josie?"

"She has things to do back in Imperial Capital. You should rest, you're injured."

Jay's words evoked Angeline's memories of what happened at Mount Villa the other day.

Cole Yorks had abducted her and Jay went to save Josephine. She ran up to him elated only to receive an earful about how she had corrupted Josephine instead of asking if she was alright.

It hurt a lot.

Looking around the familiar room, Angeline quickly realized that she was in Garden Of A Diary.

"Why am I here?" She tilted her head in confusion.

In her eyes sparked a slim shred of hope that perhaps he would show care for her.

However, he replied, "Josephine made me promise to take care of you."

The glimmer in Angeline's eyes immediately dimmed.

She sighed weakly, breaking into a self-deprecating smile.

Why had she gotten her hopes up at all?

"Jay.” At the door stood Jay Ares' girlfriend, holding a fruit platter in her hands. "I had someone get you your favorite Chile blueberries. Do you want any?"

Jay left Angeline with a word of advice. "Get some rest.” Then, he turned around and exited the room.

"I heard them say you didn’t get to rest much these few days?" the woman asked Jay flirtatiously.

"What are you doing?" he berated.

Angeline wobbled as she walked out. "I've overstayed my welcome these past few days, so I'm going home now. Thank you for your hospitality."

Her words were overly polite, and every syllable stabbed into Jay's heart.

"You can't leave when your wounds haven't healed yet," Jay reasoned.

Instead of replying, Angeline continued to march stubbornly out the door.

Her figure swayed like butterflies in the wind, shaky and delicate. It was almost like she was walking on cotton. She had not lingered at all when they brushed shoulders. If anything, she walked faster.

After a difficult trek, she reached the main doors and felt like she had reached a checkpoint in a marathon. The thought had her huffing bitterly. Her body relaxed, and suddenly, a round of vigorous coughing began.