Sir Ares, Goodnight

Chapter 210

'Why’d I help bully Rose in the past?'

Inside the villa, the three little buns had each climbed up their beds to sleep.

Jay hugged Rose straight into his room. The moment h e placed her on the bed, Rose suddenly opened her wistful eyes.

Jay pulled a stool over and sat in front of her. He warned her in a serious tone, "Remember this, Rose. Your limit is at most six glasses, and you were drinking red wine that was below room temperature."

He thought that she was awake and sober, but after looking at him in a daze for a long time, she reached out her hand and stroked his face.

"Jaybie!" she called out softly.

Jay was so petrified that he froze like a statue.

Only his Angeline would call him that.

Even Josephine dared not call him that.

"Are you Angeline?" He suppressed his excitement while waiting for her to answer him.

They did say that alcohol was truth serum. Would she tell him now?

She burst into tears and cried as she pushed him away. "Why do you have to bully me? And after

provoking me, you don’t even want me?"

Jay was stunned but still sat in place.

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Rose's single movement changed everything. As her tears gushed out, the filth on the bottom of her stomach surged desperately. She could not help but throw everything up on Jay.

The dense sour odor completely wiped away Jay's good state of mind.

He got up and left helplessly, cleaning the whole room before heading to the bathroom.

After he came out of the shower, Rose was asleep once more.

Perhaps she was having a sort of nightmare as her brows continued to stay knitted.

Jay reached his hand out and rubbed her eyebrows while saying softly, "I won’t bully you anymore, but you have to be obedient.

"Scenes like tonight are truly challenging my bottom line.

"Don’t drink anymore. You can't even have one cup." 1

What responded to his words was Rose's babbling sleep talk!

After some time, Jay dozed off as well. He lay on the bed in his snow-colored bathrobe.

Rose was not sleeping well as she continuously moved about throughout the night. In desperation, he hugged her into his arms, which made her stop her chaotic movements.

On the very next day.

It was blazing hot as it was a little late in the morning.

The interior was still dark because the heavy blackout curtains blocked the light.

Rose woke up. When she saw the wicked face, she was immediately shocked to her core.

"Ah!" she shouted and got up on her feet, but she leaned back and fell to the floor in embarrassment because of her unstable center of gravity.

"Ouchie."

There was a short overflow of pain.

Jay opened his eyes and saw his quilt wrapped around Rose's body. She was sitting on the ground like a wrapped taco, staring at him in horror.

"I’m sorry, Sir Ares. I drank too much last time, and I don’t know why I’m here right now." She apologized profusely.

Jay sat up languidly, and the collar of his bathrobe revealed his sexy and charming Adam's apple. It was bewitching.

"Give me the blanket."

Jay's voice was very low, yet the ruthlessness in it was filtered out completely.

Rose thought that perhaps he had not woken up just yet and quickly handed him the quit. Then, she fled the scene swiftly.