Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) -
Chapter 1293
Then, Refreshing Breeze Courtyard's door was suddenly pulled open from the inside. Angeline was seen wearing a snow-white fur cape, standing silently like a maiden. "Ben," Angeline called out.
"Ms. Severe." When Jay saw the stunning and ravishing Angeline, his gloomy mood was instantly lifted up.
He walked over and placed the cassia seeds in Angeline's hand before drawing two circles on the palm of her hand.
Angeline knew what he meant immediately. This was the code for the word 'back'. Why was Jaybie asking her to go back, she wondered?
At this moment, Jay's voice fell into her ears. His words seemed to suggest something else. "Don't worry, Miss. I'll go with them. I think... they need me."
Angeline frowned. The last sentence that Jaybie said took her by surprise. Why would the Yorks' stronghold need him?
Soon, the sharp-witted Angeline realized what he meant by that. It seemed like Jaybie had drawn the code word 'back' out of desperation with a somewhat far-fetched intention in mind as well. He was asking her to read the last sentence backward.
'They need me' would then become 'I need them.'
Angeline understood what he meant. Jaybie was trying to ask her to go down the mountain and dispatch the Ghost members up the mountain. Angelina's heart sank. Why would Jaybie suddenly want to dispatch the Ghost members? Did he discover some sort of secrets in the library?
Out of her trust for Jay, she did not ask further.
Jay stared affectionately at Angeline for the last time before walking toward Cole, saying, "Take me to see the old man."
Though Carson had taken the antidote, his stomach was still grumbling, hence he was naturally grumpy when he faced the instigator. "Is Grand Old Master Yorks someone you can meet as you like?" Jay said lazily, "You want to execute me on the spot? Don't you want to know how I found out about the library's existence?"
Both Carson and Cole exchanged glances with each other, contemplating the same thing in their hearts. Ben seemed to have a good understanding of Mount Pearl's route. His existence posed a huge threat to Doomsday. Before understanding where he came from, it would probably be unwise to eliminate him so rashly.
Eager to toss this hot potato to the old man, Cole said to Carson, "If he wants to see the grand old master, then send him there."
Carson's eyes revealed a gleeful smile. Did this man right here not know that by going to Grand Old Master Yorks, he was not going to escape unscathed even if he was not dead already?
"Let's go," Carson ordered Jay in a bossy manner.
Jay glared at Carson. "Lead the way."
Carson was dumbfounded, then sneered, "Why are you still acting so arrogant when you're already a prisoner?"
Jay scorned. "I'm more than capable of making you suffer before I die."
Carson hopped far away from him and waved timidly at the Corvettes. "Keep your eyes on him." He was too embarrassed to finish the second half of the sentence. He had wanted to say, 'Don't let him hurt me. After the Corvettes left with Carson, Cole stared dazedly at Angeline.
"It's cold outside, Angeline. You should go in."
Angeline wore a blank expression, and her voice carried no trace of warmth. "You must be curious to know why I came to the Yorks' stronghold, right, Cole? You must also be curious to know why I'm blind now?"
Cole nodded and said miserably, "I know things have gone terribly wrong for you in the last few years, Angeline. If you're willing to share your story, I'm willing to be your listener."
Angeline, however, laughed in an insipid and weak manner. "I've told Carson about the things that happened to me in the last three years. You can just ask him if you want to know anything. I just want to tell you that I'm going home now. Take care."
Angeline turned around and entered the house after saying those words.
Cole stared at Angeline's resolute back, feeling utterly frustrated and disappointed.
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