Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 1642

Angeline threw caution to the wind and bit her wrist.

It would be great if she died. Everything would end once she died.

Jay heard an unusual noise coming from the bedroom, and although it sounded very faint, he still walked toward the bedroom with great vigilance.

The doors and windows were permanently sealed, and all the sharp edges and corners had been wrapped with foam corner guards, hence logically speaking, the house was extremely safe. That was why Jay was quite calm at first.

As soon as he pushed the bedroom door open though, Jay caught a whiff of blood and was instantly on tenterhooks.

He rushed to the bed and uncovered Angeline s blanket, only to see that Angeline had badly mangled her own wrist.

Jay could feel his heart sinking into a bottomless abyss. It tried to climb up desperately but to no avail. Like a trapped beast, he felt immense hopelessness like never before.

He took Angeline into his arms and examined her wounds carefully with tears in his eyes. Fortunately,

she did not rupture her aorta veins as her bite did not go too deep and it was all merely superficial wounds.

Jay felt as though his throat was stuffed with lead. His eagle eyes were bloodshot with tears as he blamed himself. "Do you hate it that much when I hold you? What should I do to make you forgive me, Angeline?"

He thought Angeline's suicide attempt was triggered by his approaching her earlier. He remembered the doctor's instructions clearly: 'You are now a risk factor to her...'

Jay had never felt so hopeless as he felt right now. "I know you hate me, but Angeline, I don't feel at ease placing you under someone else's care. Please do it for me and stay beside me. I will spend the rest of my life loving you and will only listen to you. Please stop running away from me, okay?"

Angeline curled up in his arms, and without realizing it, she had closed her eyes and fallen asleep peacefully.

Jay found the first aid kit and gently applied the ointment to her wounds.

This was yet another day filled with fear and apprehension.

When Angeline woke up, Jay had already prepared lunch.

He picked her up and brought her to the dining table full of scrumptious dishes. However, Angeline did not look delighted at all.

Ever since she had depression, she started rejecting all sorts of food and would spit out all the food regardless of what she ate.

Therefore, her weight was already comparable to that of a swallow.

In order to get her to eat a few more bites, Jay took great pains to cook different kinds of dishes every meal and even learned new dishes from Google, but his efforts were with little success. Angeline took a bite of the meatbail and felt so nauseous that she wanted to vomit.

Jay sighed in frustration. He hated himself for not taking the time to understand Angeline more back then. He knew too little about the food she liked to eat.

Angeline put down her cutleries while Jay coaxed kindly. "Baby, have a few more bites, okay?"

Angeline shook her head.

Jay scooped out some mushroom soup and coaxed her to take a few more bites, but seeing the pained look on Angeline's face, Jay could not bring himself to force her. As such, he just gave up. As for himself, he had lost his appetite because he was anxious about Angeline's health.

The table full of food looked untouched, and this same scene would play out over and over again every day. Jay could not even begin to describe the pain he felt in his heart.