Sir Ares, Goodnight

Chapter 251

Sleep took Rose Loyle again after a short while of consciousness.

The doctor had advised Jay Ares to let the patient sleep, for she had suffered a slight injury to the head and therefore was therefore prone to a mild concussion. Such patients were especially lethargic.

Not planning to disturb her, Jay Ares sat silently as he watched her sleep. Without realizing, a drop of tear fell onto the back of his hands

No one had ever expected the cold and unfeeling Jay Ares who had never once cried, to have tears falling from his eyes for a woman!

That moment, Jay Ares finally understood the saying,' a man does not shed tears until his heart is broken!’

Lightly tucking her into the blanket, he pressed his lips against her softly before turning to leave the room.

He got her a small bowl of porridge from a stall downstairs and answered a phone call before he ultimately returned to her room, only to see both of Rose Loyle’s hands clenching her phone in a death grip. Her eyes were closed, but tears trickled out anyway from their corners.

Jay's heart clenched painfully at the sight as he walked over and took the phone. There was a line of text from a translating software on the screen.

Jay Ares saw the following: "She's lying, Daddy. Master Ares hates this woman. He’s even told me before, how Rose Doyle is the only woman in the entire world that he hates."

"Did he really—say that?"

"Master Ares feels more than hate for you, in fact, he despises you from the depths of his heart. He even told me he wants to rip you apart-and what he complains about the most—why were you Jenson Ares ' biological mother?"

Bloodthirst gleamed in Jay Ares' bloodshot eagle-like eyes.

'Nancy Bell! How could you say such ruthless words to Angeline?'

However, those were his words after all, were they not?

Rather than claim that Nancy was the one to hurt his Angeline, it made more sense to crown himself the actual culprit.

Jay Ares had never once hated himself as much as he did at that moment. Slowly, he stood from his seat and strolled out of the room. Turning into the toilet to splash his face.

He hated the reflection in the mirror. What gave him the right to live in easy idle while Angeline suffered?

The reflective mirror was smashed by his fist into smithereens.

"Argh-" He roared, like a tiger out of control.

Blood streamed down his fist.

Collecting his negative emotions, he returned to the room as if nothing had happened at all.

Born the strong man he was, he refused to resign his life to fate and let his emotions cloud his judgment. Quickly readjusting his mood, he was adamant about doing whatever he could to change the predicament i n front of him. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Rewriting the hurtful words on Rose's cell phone, he turned them into a beautiful love letter.

Changing Nancy's horrendous and cruel words into " Sir Ares said it himself, he loved me before, he loves m e now, and he'll love me again forever. For as long as h e breathes, he would love me to the end of time-”

Then, Jay Ares carefully returned her phone, placing it by her pillow.

Rose Boyle's mind felt muddled, as she spent her day dancing between the world of consciousness and unconsciousness. Only managing to stay awake after being in and out of it for an entire day.

By the time she regained consciousness, Jay Ares was no longer by her side. Reaching for her phone to check in with her kids, she came across the message Jay Ares had rewritten for her.

Tears streamed freely down Rose’s cheeks as she read the message.

Assuming that it was God's act of a blessing that she coincidentally typed out such a heartfelt love letter while asleep.