Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 588

Angeline's stubborn streak peaked out. "Since we can't proceed with any discharges now, Mr. President, how about you stay for another day-" "Get out!" Furious, Jay's tone shook the ground.

Angeline immediately surrendered. "Okay, okay. Don't get angry, negative emotions are bad for recovery. I'll get out. I'll get out right now."

Then, she ran out without lingering for an extra moment.

In her panic, she had forgotten to shut the door properly behind her.

Jay's eyes sparkled.

From the door drifted in the whispered conversation between Grayson and Angeline.

"How's the president, Missus?" Grayson asked nervously.

"I'm not too sure. He's angry, but that's probably because I didn't approve of his discharge," Angeline answered confusedly.

Then she added, not convinced by her own explanation, "Unless it's menopause?"

Grayson's lips twitched as he reminded. "The president's at the prime of his time, Missus!

Menopause is ages away."

Reading the missus' puzzled expression, Grayson asked carefully, "Did the president recognize you, Missus?"

With how sharp the president's eyes were and how deeply he loved Angeline, Grayson felt there was no way he would not recognize her.

Had the president recognized the missus, then it would explain his rage.

Angeline leaned against the door, her heart still shaking from residual fear. "I don't think so?'

She continued with a saddened tone, "Plus, why would he rage at me like that if he had recognized me? Don't people say 'distance makes the heart grow fonder'? Shouldn't he be elated instead?" Grayson was at a loss for words.

"The president went mad searching for you when you left without a goodbye, Missus. Not even once did you message him or tell him you were safe. Do you know how worried about you the president was?" Angeline replied weakly, "It's not like I didn't want to message or tell him..."

Every surgery had its risks. How could she contact him when not even she herself knew if she would return safely after such a momentous transition?

Within the room, Jay's fists clenched tightly as he heard her reply. His eyes became more bloodshot,

tainting even his tear ducts a bright red.

Grayson sighed. "You're being too impulsive, Missus. You have to be more careful and straighten out your explanation for leaving without a goodbye the next time you see the president, or his raging flames won't dwindle that easily."

Angeline nodded, her expression one of complete understanding. "Don't worry, I'll come up with a better explanation next time."

Grayson was speechless."..."

'Come up with'? Grayson shook his head hopelessly.

Angeline was probably the only person on earth who would dare to feed his boss with such a lie.

As there had been no progress in persuading the president to change his mind, Grayson had no other choice but to resign himself to proceed with the discharge papers.

Worried that Jay's return to Tourmaline Estate would put him as the target of more schemes and conspiracies, Angeline felt uneasy at the prospect of not being by his side during such a time.

Thus, Angeline sought out the matron with a plea. "Please allow me to resume my position as a care worker, Matron."

The matron felt befuddled at Angelina's request. "I understand that you hid here as a care worker due to your disfigured appearance, Missus, to hide from the

president.

"But now that you've recovered your appearance, Missus, I don't understand why a stunning and enchanting woman like you need to hide from the president at all? Why do you want to become a care worker?"

Angeline explained in a melancholic tone, "Sigh. This boss of yours has a very peculiar taste in women. He likes how I looked before, and he raged hell when he saw me as a beautiful lady."

Despite not fully understanding, the matron quickly processed her Care Certificate.

Receiving her Care Certificate, Angeline gave it an excited kiss.