Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 791

Mouthful after mouthful of blood was hacked into her palm.

Angeline stared at the pool of blood in her hands with questioning eyes.

What was happening to her?

Jay heard her heavy coughs, every sputter tightening the clench in his chest.

He turned around and wheeled himself over toward her.

The sight of bright red on her pale hands had his sharp pupils contracting. "Go back and lie down, Angeline Severe," he ordered.

Angeline's eyes blurred, and Jay split into numerous replicas before her. She knew her eyes must have gone weird.

She staggered forward. She tried to avoid him but somehow ended up touching his face with her outstretched hands that were groping the air in front o f her.

She speedily retracted her hand. "Sorry."

His pupils contracted as he took in her behavior. Jay raised his arm slowly and waved it in front of her eyes.

As if fixated on something, Angeline’s eyes did not

focus.

Jay sat limply in the wheelchair. "People, have Miss Severe carried back to the bed."

"No. I don't want to stay here. I want to go home." Angeline protested.

A few female servants arrived and held Angeline by her arms as they helped her weak body walk back to the room.

However, Angeline broke out of their grip like a madwoman and ran toward the door instead.

Jay lifted a hand to stop her. Exhausted as she was, she fell into his arms.

He held her close as she turned to look at him. Angeline rubbed her eyes again. She was seeing multiple visions of everything.

Staring at his face, she wondered whether it was merely an illusion or if he did indeed look sunken. Jay’s angular face seemed to have slimmed a considerable amount, giving his dignified attractive appearance an extra gleam of ferocity.

It was an appearance that deterred intimacy.

Finn walked over and made an 'if you will' gesture." Please get out."

The alluring lady rolled her eyes at Finn and left feeling displeased.

Afraid that Angeline would wake to throw a tantrum, the doctor decided to add a sedative into her medication for the following few days. Just like that,

Angeline slept an entire week away. Every night, her body would be racked with thunderous coughs.

Jay ended up holding her every night, allowing her to lean her head against his shoulder as the two sat in the dark. With her coughs lessening from the new posture, her sleep improved.

Angeline's condition was finally under control, and Jay ordered the prohibition of sedatives on her.

Perhaps she had slept too much in the past week, for Angeline found herself unable to fall asleep the next 2 4 hours after she woke.

Conscious and awake, Angeline no longer threw tantrums at all. She did not talk either, opting to spend every day staring blankly at the ceiling.

The doctor turned to inform Jay, "Miss Severe’s psychological condition has become a more pressing issue than her physical condition. She needs to be more careful if her family’s had cases of peripheral nerve disorders, or I'm afraid it would prove to be very difficult for her to recover from her intermittent loss o f vision in the future."

Knowing that Old Master Severe once suffered from a peripheral nerve disorder, Jay inquired frantically, "Is such a disorder genetic?"