Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 909

Josephine was more worried about Angeline, for she would live forever in regret should she come to know o f the truth behind Jay's ruthlessness with her.

Angeline had always been the one to stubbornly give her heart in the name of love, after all.

"You have to tell Sis Angeline, Zayne." Angry tears shone in Josephine’s otherwise empty gaze.

Zayne replied, "Genius as he is, your brother has gone t o great lengths just to force Angeline to leave him. Do you have any idea how much it hurt him inside when Angeline misunderstood him? We call him coldblooded, but I watched him cry like that was all he had known. I watched his frosty eyes turn bloodshot with veins like spider-lilies blooming in the whites of his eyes. Even a man like me felt the pain he went through. Would you dare throw all that hard work out the window? Because I can't."

Josephine felt the words get lodged in her throat." How could I not know how much my brother loves Sis Angeline? Sis Angeline has been the only thing he cradled close since he was 18. He had such a great track record throughout this path of love, yet he made the gravest mistake at the end of it.

"Does he not know that Sis Angeline is the type to follow through with the vow 'til death do us part'? How could he leave Sis Angeline alone in this world to

fend for herself? How could he when death would hurt her less than the torturous days to come?"

Zayne was lost for words.

"Give me the phone, Zayne. I have to tell Sis Angeline."

"I can't..." Zayne hesitated.

"Give it to me!" Josephine roared.

Zayne climbed up from the bed. "You must be hungry. I'll go get you some food." Then, he fled from the scene.

"Zayne..."

The autumn wind blew, rustling the yellow and red leaves while forcing them into a ruthless swirl.

Leaves clung onto their trees, reluctant to fall away.

Zayne sat against a trunk with his head drooped. Lighting a cigarette, he began to go through the box of i t soon enough.

Leaves danced in the wind before finally settling by Zayne's feet.

Surprised by the rarity of their color, Zayne picked up a bright red leaf.

The sight of the leaf reminded him of Jay Ares.

Returning to the land it came from was the red’s fated end. It was its destiny to sacrifice itself, to be one with the soil beneath.

Zayne’s gaze then fell on the man standing by a stone pillar behind Angeline.

The man was tall and his back was straight as he held himself with a sense of dignity that befit a prince. In black sunglasses and a hoodie, the man hid behind the stone pillar.

Jay Ares?

He could stand already?

Zayne walked toward him. Stopping in front of Jay, he spoke in a low voice, "What am I supposed to do? Praise you? Because congratulations, you’ve succeeded in driving my sister away into the arms of another man."

Jay's clear voice bled with sorrow. "What else was I supposed to do? Let her die for me again?"

Zayne could not refute him.

"Still, you didn't need to go so far in forcing her to leave you," Zayne reprimanded, "Someone told me you forced her into induced labor. Are you stupid or are you dumb? Why can't you just accept it if she's willing to give you a son? I mean you'd have another one to visit your grave when you die, right?"

Jay took off his glasses, the ferocious glint in his icy eyes piercing into the other man.