Sir Ares, Goodnight

Chapter 319

"You recognize me?" Rose touched her pixie cute and stifled back tears.

She had even cut off her beautiful black hair to evade him successfully. Yet, it barely took a day for her to be discovered by him? © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

She had on heavy makeup and did exaggerated hairstyles to fool him for so much longer.

Sigh, what a failure. 1

"How’d you recognize me?" Rose tried to ask him humbly, merely to learn from her failure and better protect herself next time.

Jay raised his hand and pinched her thin earlobe.

Under the backlight, her lovely earlobe was glowing with transparent light. "Rose Loyle, don’t ever try to escape again. I remember every single mark you have on your body. Even if you’ve turned to ashes, I can still recognize you!"

Rose was knocking on death’s door. "Do you want to test that theory?"

Jay's smile appeared faint as he looked at Rose's restless and stubborn eyes. "It seems like you’ll never behave yourself unless I set you straight.”

He stood up and pulled out his belt, then proceeded to tie her hands.

"What are you doing?"

"It’s only natural to punish a badly-behaved woman." H e walked to the window and pulled on the heavy curtain.

The light became dim inside the room.

Then, he turned around to face her, looking like a fierce lion overlooking its prey. There were even hints of coquettish wild laughter.

"Escape, and I'll do you ten times.”

Rose looked at him, petrified. "Pervert.”

"I’m only perverted toward you.”

"I'm not going to hurt you.” His hoarse voice had a hint of sexiness to it.

Rose stared at him in a daze. "Do you love me, Sir Ares?" she asked somewhat foolishly.

She regretted it immediately after inquiring.

Not everyone was the same as her, who deemed that love and sex unified to its highest degree was the ideal type of love.

Men were merely animals that placed their thoughts o n the lower part of their bodies. Furthermore, for him, there was never a lack of celebrities or beautiful ladies around. He could even use his five fingers to solve all his physical needs.

"My actions aren’t enough to answer your question?" h

e asked.

Rose merely felt that the current flirty position she was in made her blush. It fastened her heartbeat. She could not bring herself to look into his eyes.

"Do it a couple more times and you'll deeply feel my love." He entered while kissing her.

Outside the window, it had started to rain heavily.

Rose looked at the man in deep sleep beside her. Those familiar eyebrows had faded the rebelliousness of his youth, now hinted with a touch of cold and mature charm.

Only when he was asleep would he disperse all the coldness from his body. Now he looked like a big child, peaceful and serene like an average infant -Harmless.

His long and narrow eye lines were raised slightly toward the end. He had the ideal peachy eyes and was clearly charming. Yet, his eyes also exuded cold layers of frost akin to an ice cellar, keeping people thousands of miles away.

She stretched out her hand and pressed on his nose bridge. An uncle who was over 30 years old with no blackhead, fine pores, and had glowing, delicate skin. I t made her feel ashamed as a woman. 1

His eyelashes fluttered.

Realizing that he might be awake, she quickly raised her hand. When she wanted to retract, his big hand caught her wrist. He subsequently placed her hand on his lips and kissed it.

Rose,

This guy... Was he awake?