Sir Ares, Goodnight

Chapter 190

"After all is said and done, you're nothing but a pauper. " Jay sneered.

Rose did not want to start a fight with him, so she scurried to one side and started peeling apples for him. After slicing the apple into a few slices, she heated them up in boiling water before setting them i n front of Jay.

Jay stared at the steaming apple, a trace of imperceptible bewilderment emanating from his eyes.

Angeline had the habit of heating up fruits in boiling water too.

After placing the fruit plate on the side table next to him, Rose turned around and walked away. She stood very still at a spot very far away from him.

She always made sure to keep a certain distance from him so that he would not find her distasteful.

Looking at the Rose who was so heart-achingly obedient, Jay felt utterly confused and disconcerted.

She remembered every single hurtful word he said to her and even obeyed his orders so well.

If this happened in the past, he would certainly be pleased with her obedience. Today, however, for some unknown reason, a sour and acerbic feeling surged in his heart when he saw her keeping her distance away

from him.

Jay slumped against the pillow. He was fighting with his inner struggles and dilemma.

He told himself that she was not Angeline, that he must not have even the subtlest emotional dependence toward her as that would be an utterly preposterous shift of affection.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Despite that, Angelina's unyielding attitude, Angelina's talent, the worried look on Angelina's face when she stared at him, as well as Angelina's teary and despairing eyes... They all intersected perfectly with Rose's every frown and smile.

"Feed me!" Jay suddenly ordered with an extremely bad temper.

Rose was dumbfounded.

Her ears must be playing tricks on her, right?

He hated it when she approached him, did he not?

Perhaps he had become disoriented because he was too hungry?

Rose trudged over and picked up the apples. She poked a slice of warm apple and brought it to his mouth.

"Are you hungry?" Rose asked. "Why don’t I go and buy you a meal?"

He did not say a word and was simply gazing fixedly a t her with a pair of bright and dazzling eyes.

She had very delicate facial features. Her eyes glistened like obsidian, and the charm on her brows painted a special and gentle feature but also implied pride and confidence. She was wearing black high-waisted trousers, a red lace shirt, and had tied a bowknot in her hair. Her makeup brightened up her features like a poppy flower, poisonous yet irresistible, but at the same time, carried the purity of lilies.

Her elegance was pure yet complicated at the same time.

There used to be a dull look in Rose's eyes and a depressing aura that enveloped her entire being seven years ago... Not forgetting that gaudy fashion of hers... 1

There was simply no way he could make any connection between Rose and that lowly and inferior country bumpkin from seven years ago.

He was more convinced that Angeline was the one accompanying him by his side at this moment.

They were both resplendent, both outstandingly talented, and even the pride they had seemed so similar.

"Mm." He nodded suddenly. The hostility in his brows faded without a trace and was now replaced with a trace of tenderness.

Rose stared at the capricious Jay and figured that his illness had seized away his temper. She stared sympathetically at him, saying, "Hold on, I'll go and buy you a meal."