Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 1025

Grayson turned on the tap and splashed cold water onto his dashing face. In the mirror, Grayson tried his best to manage his expression, gradually concealing the violent and ruthless look on his face. He then tried to squeeze out a smile while facing the mirror, yet this smile looked even more hideous than his crying face.

In the end, he gave up fixing his facial expression altogether as tears flowed out of his eyes.

Three years ago, the scene of Jay braving the danger alone in order to rescue them started flashing in his head like a movie.

He was their everything.

However, he sacrificed himself to save everyone.

Grayson was about to burst into tears. He raised his head, drew out the tissues next to him, and wiped his misty eyes vigorously before crumpling the tissues soaked with his tears into a ball. He tossed it into the trash can.

Grayson nearly slipped to the ground at the sight of a Durex condom packet in the trash.

Master Ares and this woman...

How heartbroken would Ms. Severe be if she knew about this?

Grayson's anger diminished abruptly by this major shock.

When he finally calmed down and came out of the bathroom, his bloodshot eyes aroused Jay's suspicion.

"I thought you got flushed down the toilet," Jay sneered.

Grayson forced out a smile.

Marilyn brought out a few green-colored dishes from the kitchen. When Grayson noticed a few bright red peppers lying on top of the greens, rage and fury shot out of his eyes.

Did she not know that Master Ares had a bad stomach?

"If you don't mind, Mr. Grayson, you're welcome to have a simple meal with us."

Grayson agreed readily. "Sure."

When eating, Grayson would take anything that Jay took.

He was dying to finish off all these low-quality vegetables before they ruined Jay's stomach.

Jay glanced speechlessly at Grayson. Ultimately, he ate the plain white bread on his plate grumpily.

Marilyn looked slightly embarrassed and explained."

I'm sorry, Mr. Grayson. These dishes must seem like a joke to you. If you came a few days earlier, I'd be able to offer you something better, though unfortunately, I lost our bank card just a few days ago. That's why..."

Grayson finally understood what was going on.

He immediately fished out his wallet, drew out all the cash in it, and handed it to Marilyn. "Take them, Big Sis. Use it in case of an emergency."

A touch of delight exuded from Marilyn's eyes. She had just reached out to take it when Jay pushed the money back to Grayson and said, "No, I'll ask the company for an advance tomorrow."

Marilyn stared at Jay with displeasure in her eyes.

Grayson put away the cash when he noticed what happened.

Grayson glanced at the disappointed-looking Marilyn, a bitter and obscure smile filling his eyes.

This insufferably vulgar woman did not deserve Master Ares at all.

Only a noble and lofty woman like Ms. Severe was the perfect match for Master Ares.

It was a dull and insipid meal.

After the meal, Grayson stood up and stared at Jay with a reverent gaze that was intermingled with a hint of concern. "See you tomorrow."

"Mm."