Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 1221

After falling on the steps for the nth time, Angeline was already exhausted and panting.

Jay stepped forward and hugged her tightly without saying a word.

Angeline felt Jay's body trembling, and she gently stroked the man's thick black hair. She smiled and comforted him. "Don't feel sorry for me, Jaybie. Everything is difficult at first, so you have to have faith in me. Okay?"

Jay nodded, but his words were lodged in his throat. He was too upset to utter a single word.

Angeline was slightly startled as she sighed weakly." You can carry me to the sofa, Jaybie."

Jay picked her up and gently placed her on the sofa. Then, he was choked up when he said, "Are you tired, Angeline?"

Angeline smiled and said, "Not at all.”

Jay's chin rested on her head, and his big hand was gently stroking her back. There were inconsistencies i n her breathing as if it was difficult for her to breathe. He could clearly sense it.

"I actually think I'm fortunate, Jaybie. Think about it. My disease is not a medical disorder and all the pain I

feel is merely in my head."

"How is it in your head? The physical pain caused by neurological disorders is real. You have not only physical pain but also mental torture." Jay hugged her harder.

"Angeline, I'll feel bad if you're being this way. I promise that we'll practice slowly, so let's not rush it. Okay?"

Angeline's unyielding spirit had conquered Jay's compromise.

Angeline nodded happily. "Alright."

Jay and Angeline successfully came to an agreement, and Angeline took her first step toward rehabilitation training.

At the same time in S Country.

Walt William from the Intelligence Bureau came to the hotel to meet Jenson in person.

In the living room, Storm and the others all had an imposing and impressive appearance. Their manners were simply out of the ordinary.

Although Jenson was young and distant, his outstanding appearance and cold and alienated temperament were unignorable. "May I ask who Jenson Ares is?"

"Me." Jenson raised his eyes.

Walt looked at Jenson in disbelief and was shocked by his youth. "Are you truly the detective who helped us in detecting the fugitive?"

Jenson frowned. "I'm a hacker, not a detective."

He paused and added, "And I have no intention of helping you solve the case, but I am looking for my brother who has been missing for many years."

He was implicating that there was no need to place him on a pedestal.

Walt swallowed his saliva. 'This kid is very difficult to deal with!'

Walt continued, "It doesn't matter what your purpose i s. In short, I'm here to thank you. The six passengers you provided to us have been verified and five of them are indeed fugitives." Jenson's voice immediately went cold. "As for the other person, you couldn't find anything on him?"

Walt nodded in shame.

He added, "Jenson, the director of our Intelligence Bureau admires you very much and wants to invite you to join us." Jenson replied, "I'm not interested."

Walt was somewhat unbudged and said with perseverance, "Jenson, I hope you will seriously consider our decision."

Zayne stopped Walt and said, "Our Jenson has a trillion-dollar company to inherit. Why would he be interested in working in a small intelligence bureau? Come now, save your breath." Walt was startled and realized that they simply could not afford to hire this genius.

"How disrespectful of me. I'll be heading out now."

Once Walt left, Jenson's mood became extraordinarily heavy.

Even the Intelligence Bureau could not get him the information he wanted. This was tantamount to adding a touch of mystery to the already mysterious man.