Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 587

The hospital door began to creak, sounding almost as if someone had taken a constipated fart. It was one with stagnation. Jay frowned in distaste. The agitation he felt was increasing by the moment.

Sending a cold and impatient glare at the room's door, he watched the finger-wide gap screech as it slowly opened up.

After a long while only did it finally widen to a palm's width.

Jay felt his mood slowly worsen with the torturous creaks of the door.

Forcibly, he suppressed the rage boiling within and waited with an ungodly amount of patience for the person opening the door.

He was going to repay the person for their torment.

At that moment, an unexpected hand in white surgical gloves appeared in the gap. Its small size suggested its feminine gender.

Jay immediately confirmed that it was a care worker.

He moved his eyes to stare at the ceiling, his more defined side profile shining with despondence.

Entering the room softly, Angeline found Jay lying on

the bed with both arms propped under his head as his eagle-like eyes glared frustratingly at the ceiling.

She had never seen such a sharp edge on such a sickly patient.

Angeline felt her fear climb as she slowly shuffled toward the bed. After a long while of hyping herself up did she finally muster the courage to speak, "I'm...

Sorry, Mr... President. There seems to be an issue with the hospital's networking system... We can't proceed with any discharge procedures."

Angeline wanted nothing more than to cut off her tongue with a knife. 'Christ, what sorry excuse was that?'

From the fake deep tone of the stammer, Jay heard a tone he had dreamt countless dreams of.

His pair of dark cold eyes landed on Angeline Severe.

Angeline had her head tilted down and her eyes were focused on the ground, hooded by her long lashes. Her fidgety pair of hands were placed interlaced with each other in front of her chest. Jay's gaze locked onto her face. Despite having over half of her face shielded away, the two orbs above the mask-From the long line of her eyes, to her curled eyelashes, to her shining onyx orbs, to her defined brows that resembled mountain valleys of afar... He could recognize those eyes even if they had turned to ashes.

That was his Angeline Severe!

The little lady who was the embodiment of stunning and elegance, the little lady who smiled so innocently, the little lady who ran after him with 'Jaybie' on the corner of her lips!

She was the most beautiful scene of his memories.

She was the drive that kept him going through his struggles.

She was the only rose petal he held in his heart.

Yet...

Her appearance should have been marred!

Jay allowed his eyes to sweep over every inch of her fair, glistening, and porcelain skin.

He felt a storm begin to brew in his chest.

How many incisions had it taken for the beauty she wore now?

Such a procedure was detrimental to someone with as horrible an immune system as her.

Jay could almost picture the past two years of her life.

No wonder she had refused to contact him!

She must have known that she had stepped foot on a road of no return. There was no guarantee of what her future held! The pain, the franticness, and the feeling of loss for how the future would turn out... She must have secretly cried countless times!

Instead of the warmth from her return, Jay felt his heart freeze up beyond the frostiness of a frozen lake! "Get out!" A furious baritone rang as lips parted.