Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 899

Garden Of A Diary.

Jay watched the moving company move out his belongings with an indifferent expression as he sat in the middle of the living room.

The employees of the moving company would occasionally come over to clarify with him when they encountered some things that they did not understand. "President Ares, do the daily necessities need to be moved out as well?"

"Do the indoor flower pots need to be moved?"

Jay said, "Move everything that belongs to me out of this house."

He wanted to leave the Garden Of A Diary to Angelina. Since Angelina hated him so much, if she saw his stuff, she would... Jay shook his head and smiled bitterly. He did not dare to think about the hateful expression on Angeline's face.

Once Garden Of A Diary had become empty, it was as i f no one had ever lived here.

Any traces of Jay were obliterated.

Only then did the moving company drag the few carts of furniture to Tourmaline Estate.

Jay’s Rolls-Royce appeared at the gates of Tourmaline Estate an hour later.

Grand Old Master Ares heard the news of Jay's return, and his usually unchanging face even as when Mount Everest collapsed, crumbled into pieces of unwilling despair in that instant.

"Jay, why do you need to suffer through this?"

Jay had been an arbitrary dictator ever since he was a child and no one could change his decision.

Grand Old Master knew that he could no longer change Jay's destiny.

When Jay returned and Finn had pushed him through the doors of Fragrant Vessel Court, Jay stood tremblingly.

Finn reached out, wanting to support him, but Jay rejected him.

Finn then said with a worried look, "President Ares, your legs are still recovering. The rehabilitation specialist said that you shouldn't act too hastily..."

Jay’s handsome face revealed a stubborn expression. That was the strongest thought of the king who would conquer the world.

"I have to stand." The numbness and weakness of his legs as well as the sharp pain from the base of his legs caused some cold sweat to appear on his forehead.

Rose had obviously been shocked by his gloominess. She had chosen to compromise in the end even though she was not satisfied with the decision in her heart. "Okay, I got it."

Then, Rose's eyes were filled with a trace of intelligent light. "Sir Ares, do you... not want a divorce?"

He declared word for word, "You’re my wife who I've chosen for myself. I will walk this route till the end. There's no 'divorce' in my dictionary, only 'widowed'."

Widowed? Rose's face had turned pale as her body trembled.

"Oh, I see."

"Then, what about you?" Jay's aura was imposing.

Rose was shocked by his fierce appearance, so she said while almost crying, "Sir Ares, I... won’t divorce you. And when I die, I'll die with Sir Ares."

A soft smile had appeared on Jay's cold and mournful face. In an instant, it seemed that all the red spider lilies were in full bloom, red and bright along the road t o the underworld-cleansing the despair from being at the edge of death.

Jay sat down on the sofa slowly. While he was sitting i n the warmest place in his memory, he reached out to stroke the empty space before him.