Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 1190

Angeline broke into laughter.

Jay let out a knowing smile at the sight of it.

He picked her up and said, "Let's go and take a hath."

Angeline buried her head in his chest, looking extremely coy.

Jay could not resist the urge to tease her. "By the way, I went to the mall with Baby Zetty the other day and bought you some gorgeous sleepwear. I'll put it on for you later, okay?"

Angeline was so shy that her face turned as red as a monkey's butt. The sleepwear was not only see-through but it was also really flimsy. Anyone could tell that it was erotic lingerie. "No." She protested.

Soon, their cheerful and playful voices were heard coming from the bathroom.

That night, Angeline nestled in Jay's arms and slept soundly.

The next day.

Zayne came to Garden Of A Diary very early in the morning.

From his aggressive knocks on the door, Jay thought it was something urgent, though as soon as he opened the door of the villa, what he saw was Zayne leaning languidly on the door frame. Jay exploded. "Why are you here again?"

Seeing that Jay was about to close the door, Zayne quickly made his way in through the gap between the doorway before saying with a grin, "I'm here to visit Angel."

Though he called it a visit, it was more like he was checking up on how Jay was doing because he was clearly worried that Jay was not taking care of Angeline well.

Angeline was on the living room's garden balcony. There was an outdoor oval rocking chair and Angeline was half-lying in it. She was wearing a hooded cloak. The cool breeze blew the fox fur at the hem of the cloak, making her look as lively as a fox.

Zayne rushed to the balcony and inspected Angel carefully, occasionally catching a whiff of a faint floral scent coming from Angeline's clothes.

Zayne had to admit that Jay was taking care of Angeline very well.

A cruel and domineering man like him was actually capable of dressing Angeline up so delicately. He even put on feather-light earrings and bracelets for her. He had completely refreshed his worldview. When Jay was done making breakfast, he carried Angeline to the dining room. Zayne followed them shamelessly.

At the sight of the sumptuous western food, Zayne drooled and said, "Perfect. I haven't had breakfast yet either."

Jay said grumpily, "Eat your breakfast before you come next time. I don't have the time to make yours."

Zayne was slightly speechless.

"What sort of hospitality is this?"

Zayne picked up the tortilla in front of him and had just wrapped some fresh vegetables in it when Jay snatched it over.

Almost all of the fresh vegetables on the plate had been used up. Zayne could not stand it anymore and snapped. "Stingy! Aren't you afraid that your stomach will burst from eating too much?" Jay glared at him.

He then brought the tortilla wrap in his hand to Angeline's mouth, saying softly, "Have a tortilla, Angeline."

Zayne picked up the tortilla on the plate and chomped it down.

When he was looking for a drink, he reached out and grabbed a glass of milk on the table when Jay said," That's Angeline's."

Zayne looked at the empty space in front of him and asked while pulling a long face, "What am I supposed to eat then?"

Jay said, "Your hands and feet are working just fine. Make it yourself."

"I'm a guest."

"I don't serve anyone other than Angeline," Jay replied.

Zayne then stood up gloomily and walked toward the kitchen.