Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 590

Grayson's eyes widened. "You can get used to this?"

Angeline remained silent, her heart thrumming frantically.

Grayson had misunderstood Angeline. He honestly believed that she was a heroine of the ages who feared nothing at all. He immediately jumped to follow her orders.

By the time Grayson had arranged the medical team onto the vehicle and returned to the hospital room, he found Jay waiting for him with an extremely sour expression. "Where have you been? What took you so long?" Jay's tone was exceptionally cold.

Grayson replied carefully, "The hospital's care workers are rather busy, so only the rookie could take the time to care for you. But she's not as skilled as the others." Jay lifted his dark eyes.

Setting his gaze at the door, he found the corner of a cerulean blue uniform peeking out from the side of the door, shuffling about like a mollusk.

Jay found himself easily picturing the unease on its owner's face and their desire to delay the inevitable despite not being able to see the person themself. "Come in," Jay demanded.

Angeline entered with the wheelchair, entering the room deliberately slow with her head held down.

Pushing the wheelchair to the side of the bed, she tilted her head even lower.

Grayson was shocked as he took in her defeated posture.

Suddenly, he felt like he had just signed his life away by siding with the missus against the president.

Jay sat stationarily on the bed, his eagle-like eyes staring at Angeline without a blink.

Time began to tick by in the silence...

Grayson stared at the president before turning to look at Angeline.

The president was glaring at Angeline while the woman in question stared at her toes as if they were suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. There was no eye contact.

Neither of them spoke either.

The two remained at an impasse. How long would it be until somebody broke the silence?

At that moment, Grayson took a step forward. "I'll help you up, Mr. President!"

Jay immediately rejected, saying, "The care worker will do it."

Angeline's head snapped up. It dawned on her that he had been waiting for her to do something this entire time.

Grayson was dazed. There was no strength in the president's legs. He needed someone to carry him over if he were to sit in the wheelchair.

Yet the president rejected his help in favor of the missus. He was deliberately making trouble for the missus!

As Angeline walked over and sat by the side of the bed, Jay placed a hand comfortably on her shoulder.

Despite obviously being able to exert some level of strength to make her job easier, he decided to sit unmoving like a boulder on the bed.

His bewitching eyes stared meaningfully at Angelina's face.

Angeline wrapped an awkward hand around his waist, falling onto the small of his back.

Assuming that he would at least put in some effort, Angeline had only exerted a portion of her strength. However, he realized that Jay's body had not even left the bed at all.

Slightly embarrassed, Angeline turned to sneak an alarmed look at Jay. She ended up locking eyes with his teasing ones, followed by his voice in a lazy tone." I don't think such a weak care worker will be able to take care of me."

Grayson replied, "I understand. I'll find someone else." Angeline tightened her jaw and mustered every bit of strength in her body as she carried Jay and carefully maneuvered him into the wheelchair.