Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 915

Angeline asked softly, "How long more until Robbie comes back?"

Jay swallowed, taking his time before he replied," That'll depend on him. He'll be back soon if he's hardworking with his studies and martial arts practice."

Angeline could not bring herself to accept such ruthless separation regardless of how casual Jay tried to make it sound.

She began to yell. "He's just a child, Jay Ares. How could you send him somewhere so far away? I want him back."

She wailed. "You b*stard."

The corners of Jay’s eyes burned. He wanted to find and bring Robbie back too, but it was no longer within his abilities.

The sudden outburst of emotions had Angelina's optic nerves going haywire and she immediately lost sight i n her eyes.

This happened while Angeline was walking on a crowded pavement. The sudden loss of sight had her staggering onto the asphalt before she knew it.

The sharp whistle of an engine echoed through the line, followed by hoarse yelling. "Hey, are you trying to

get yourself killed?"

"Sorry, sorry, sorry...”

Angeline saw nothing but black, almost as if she had been engulfed by black-out curtains with no exit in sight.

"My eyes..." she muttered to herself.

Hearing the myriad of other sounds trickling through the line, Jay began to filter out the truth from a load of mixed information.

Unease made its home in his chest. Had Angeline's eyes given out?

Such thought would never have crossed his mind had i t not been for the fact that Angeline once lost her vision for a short period of time before.

Right at that moment, he heard another shout from the other end of the line. "Don't come out and cause problems if you're blind."

"Sorry, sorry.” Angeline apologized slowly.

Jay shot up from his chair and dashed toward the door. Then, as if he had forgotten something, he turned back and took the lavender cologne on the old shelf. He drenched himself with the scent.

On Jay's back, Angeline thanked him tearfully. "Thank you for helping me."

Jay dared not respond.

Instead, he placed her hand on the corner of his lips. Angeline was stunned. "You can’t speak?”

He curled her fingers toward her in reply.

Angeline's tears slowly stopped. Why did this mute man feel so familiar?

His back was as broad and as warm as Jay’s.

However, the man seemed to be covered in a scent Jay hated the most.

Lavender. Its flower language was waiting for love.

She had gifted him such a cologne before only to receive a frown that spoke of his distaste. "Lavender means to wait for love, Angeline. Your Jaybie doesn't like that. His love is more of a 'gather ye rosebuds while ye may' type of love, instead of waiting until it's too late. Your Jaybie loves in the moment with no regrets."