Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 1253

Jay embraced Angeline in his arms, and they soon arrived at the terminal.

Apart from private transport, going to Peach Blossom County would require them to take public transport at the terminal.

It was a six-hour journey from the terminal to Peach Blossom County. Furthermore, the way there was precarious and winding. The trembling and shaking made Josephine dizzy as she had never ridden public transport before.

"Hubby, I'm about to die. I feel so faint all of a sudden ..." Josephine cried out.

After that, she puked profusely. Zayne patted her back as he hollered, "Are you alright, darling? Don't scare me please."

Jay looked at them in disdain. "It's just motion sickness. She won't die from that. Stop overreacting."

Zayne was holding the trash bag that contained Josephine's puke with no idea how to dispose of it. Jay's face almost turned charcoal-black out of disgust. "Throw that away for God's sake. Are you going to save it for Christmas?"

Zayne quickly opened the window and threw the bag

into the cliff down below.

After an hour of the car trembling and shaking around, Angelina said, "Jay... Hubby, I think I'm feeling a little dizzy too."

Angelina was used to calling him Jaybie, so she still had not gotten used to calling him another name so suddenly.

The look on Jay's face became awful. His voice sounded anxious as he said, "Darling Angel, lay down on my lap. You'll feel better."

Angelina puked the very moment she lay on his lap.

Jay was not fast enough to open a plastic bag for her, so he held her vomit in his hand instead.

Zayne turned around and saw Jay holding stinky vomit in his hand, but that handsome face of his did not contort one bit. Instead, he was anxiously looking over at Angelina.

Zayne's expression simply could not be described with words. He teased Jay and said, "Damn, now this is what I call double standards. You were so disgusted with our vomit to the point that you were doubting your very existence. My sister's vomit, on the other hand, smells good to you, eh?"

Jay steadily cleaned up the place and wiped his hands with a sanitizing tissue.

He then slowly retorted, "Husband and wife are one and the same. Why the need to be that calculative?"

Zayne was astonished and gave him a thumbs-up. "You're not just a wife-pampering freak. You're a wifepampering freak without morals."

Shirley leaned her head on the window, suddenly feeling dizzy. However, she did not want to mention it for fear of giving other people trouble.

Grayson was also a knucklehead. He would not ask if she felt okay just because she had not puked yet.

Therefore, Shirley suppressed that strong nauseating feeling and kept herself from puking until they got out of the car.

It was already evening when the car reached Peach Blossom County.

Everyone was exhausted, and after Zayne got off, he sat on the snow-covered floor while complaining. "I'm hungry and tired."

Jay looked at Angeline whose face was blanched all over. He felt bad for her and unleashed his fury onto Zayne. "I told all of you to rest before making the trip here, but you were afraid that you would not be in time to witness the snow here. Now that you've seen it, eat it then! What are you whining about?"

Zayne looked at the snowing sky and stuttered, "The snow is beautiful, but it's sorrowfully beautiful."

Jay picked on him again. "Sit here, then. I'll ask someone to bring you a violin and you can play' Winter Sonata' here. I can guarantee you that you

won't have to worry about going hungry anymore."

Zayne stood up and muttered, "Is there a beggar who looks as good as I do? One look and you can tell that I'm a nobleman."

Nobody paid any attention to him.

They had yet to find a hotel in Peach Blossom County.