Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 1804

"Why are you deliberately trying to anger me today?" Jay asked.

"I wasn't planning on making you angry. It's just that H

"Just what?" Jay asked again.

"I just wanted you to reprimand me," Angeline whispered.

Jay was dumbfounded...

His handsome face looked amused, and he reached his hand out to rub her hair. He said, "What's going on in that head of yours? Are you delighted when Jaybie scolds you?"

"Of course, I'm not. But Grandma said that you've become autistic again. So I have to find ways to make you talk more, right?" Angeline came clean.

Jay,

"Are the two of you a couple of three-year-olds? How did you even come up with such a childish idea?"

Angeline retorted, "Then, tell me why don't you care anymore even though I'm wearing a mini-skirt? Is it because you've stopped caring about me?"

Jay explained, "Au contraire, I care too much about

your feelings. That's why I didn't want to stop you."

Afterward, Jay knocked on her forehead and said, "You're not allowed to wear mini-skirts in the future. And let's see what happens when you step foot into a bar again, hmm?" Angelina started giggling her heart out.

When Jay and Angelina returned to Carefree Garden, a s soon as they entered the courtyard, they saw Boye and Grandpa cuddling and looking at the splendidly blooming Saraca dives Pierre. The image of them looked calm and peaceful.

Angelina proceeded to clear her throat. "Ahem!"

Boye and Grandpa immediately let go of each other. A shy maiden-like expression appeared on Boye's face.

"You guys are back?"

Boye secretly looked at Jay's handsome face but found that he was still as sullen and cold as before.

She shook her head helplessly. "Did you get all the herbs, Jay?"

Jay handed her the medicinal ingredients with a gloomy face.

Boye looked at Jay and tried to find a topic. "Are the herbs fresh?"

Jay could feel that she was deliberately making things difficult for him. He had personally gone out to look for these herbs. How much fresher could they get?

Did she really think he was autistic?

He stuffed the herbs into Boye's arms and turned around to head upstairs.

Boye was overwhelmed with worries. "This child. He won't die if he speaks. His autism is truly getting more and more severe."

Angeline truly regarded Grandma Boye as a genius doctor, hence she would believe her diagnosis. When she said that Jaybie's autism was getting more severe, Angeline became flustered.

"Then what should I do?"

"Work harder," said Boye.

Angeline hurriedly chased after Jay.

Upstairs, Jay had taken off his jacket and was sitting on the bed in a daze in his white T-shirt.

Angeline gently opened the door and looked at Jay carefully.

Jay was frowning slightly, and his eyes were filled with a touch of sorrow.

Angeline walked over and sat beside him silently. She pulled his hand over and held it in the palm of her hand.

Jay turned his head to look at Angeline and said in a nearly pleading voice, "Give me a hug, Angeline."

Angeline placed her head on his shoulder and calmly said, "Jaybie, did you make things difficult for your mother when you went to Fragrant Vessel Court yesterday?"

Jay said, "She deserved it."

Angeline said, "I know that you must be very angry with Mom, and so am 1.1 heard that she almost caused your organs to shut down. I ought to rip her to shreds one of these days."

Jay quietly listened to Angeline's healing voice. Only in front of Angeline could his heart become calm as if he had gotten redemption.

Angeline turned the topic around, saying, "But, she is your mother, after all. If you actually kill her, it's just because you hope that no one will oppose me in the future and my life will be smooth-sailing, right?" Jay nodded. "Yeah."

Angeline smiled lightly. "I already know how good your intentions are. But do you know that it's exactly because you want to make it right for me that I can't allow you to make such a mistake? If you kill her, you'll carry the title of being a matricide. For such a righteous person like yourself, I'm afraid of you living in guilt and self-blame for the rest of your life..."