Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 912

There was no one to blame but fate.

"Sigh. Forget it. We'll talk next time."

Zayne rushed to the server's desk and ordered a dish t o go. With the dish in hand, he rushed out the door.

After exiting the restaurant, he came to a busy intersection. Jay Ares was nowhere to be found.

When in truth the man was sitting in a subtle car outside the restaurant. Taking off his sunglasses, Jay’s piercing gaze fell on the restaurant's doors.

Cole and Angeline walked out with smiles on their faces.

"Let me send you back, Angeline," Cole said gentlemanly.

However, he was rejected by Angeline. "No, thank you. I’d like to spend some time alone for a while."

Angeline then turned to leave, the mirth in her eyes immediately washed over by loneliness.

Cole took a big step forward and hugged Angeline tightly from behind.

"I want to marry you, Angeline. Be with me. Let go of the past and start over with me, please?"

Jay's irises contracted as his fist tightened.

However, his agitation quelled quickly and his fists unfurled.

He had chosen to let her go, did he not? He should be the bigger person. He should give her his blessing now that she had someone who loved her.

Yet why did it hurt so bad?

Angeline's expression darkened as her tone turned cold. "Hands off, Cole."

With no other choice, Cole's grip on Angeline loosened.

Angeline's expression was stern when she turned around. "You might not know this, but I'm a clean freak too. Being touched by any other man than him makes me feel extremely uncomfortable, so much so that I most certainly will not start a new relationship with anyone at all. Don't waste your time on me, Cole. It's not fair to you."

Cole smiled elegantly. "It's my fault for rushing things. I'll wait for you, Angeline. I'll wait for the day time has healed your wounds.”

Both rings were engraved with the same lettering in the same font.

The only difference was that Cole's ring employed positive etching while the ring from Bright Moon Village employed negative etching.

Jay thought to himself, 'Positive, bright. Therefore, walk freely in the light.

'Negative, dark. Therefore, hitmen who hide in the shadows.

'That must be so.'

Jay’s sharp and dark eyes remained on Cole’s gentle, warm features.

Disregarding his personal distaste for the man, Jay would admit that his man was indeed easy on the eyes.

Defined brows and enchanting eyes gave the man his charm.

Jay could not help but be reminded of his mother, Chloe Yorks.