Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 639

Jay played with the round pebble and stared at Angeline with cold and dark eyes.

He did not speak either.

Initially, Angeline straightened her neck to look down at him, but ultimately, she dropped her neck slowly, even her voice dropped low in the dust. "Why don't you throw it back. I won't dodge."

Hence, Jay raised the pebble. Angeline squeezed her eyes shut when she saw how he was actually going to throw the pebble at her.

The pebble whizzed past her ears. Angeline opened her eyes and looked at Jay in horror.

He actually threw the pebble at her?

Was he not afraid of hitting her by mistake now that he was bound to a wheelchair?

Angeline was displeased with him. The look in her eyes when she stared at Jay contained not only the resentment she had for him earlier, but there was also a trace of grievance now.

Then, she walked over to him with tears in her eyes only to step across the wheelchair and continued walking forward.

"Big Sis!" Josephine chased after her whilst yelling

her name.

As soon as she called her Big Sis, Angeline went berserk immediately. She bawled out, "I'm not your Big Sis!" The fierce look on her face left Josephone stupefied.

"Why are you taking it out on me when my brother is the one who's arguing with you!" Josephine asked weakly.

"Didn't you see? He's pretending like he doesn't know me on purpose!" Angeline glared at Jay furiously.

In order to infuriate him, Angeline said without any constraints. "So what if you're a man? What's so great about that? Why are you acting all proud and pretentious? Tens of millions of men in this society can't get a wife because men outnumbered women on a massive scale." 1

"I'm thankful that you're not interested in me. All I lost is a single tree. I still have an entire forest to choose from."

After glancing at his disabled leg, she exclaimed furiously, "What's more, a crooked tree."

Josephine's jaw dropped.

Storm was so petrified he looked like a stone carving.

Frost lingered in Jay's falcon-like eyes.

How dare she call him a crooked tree?

The more Angeline spoke, the more fired up she was. "I t won't take long before I find a young and brawny dashing young lad to be my boyfriend. That's still better than some boring old-fashioned men. I, Angeline Severe, will let him sleep with me whenever he wants and let give him all the money in the world to spend." 2

Josephine turned her head back and looked at Jay timidly. She could sense that her brother was very close to losing it.

Jay stared coldly at Angeline and gave her a warning stare. The fierce look on his face seemed to be saying that he would skin her alive if she dared to do so.

Josephine was sweating profusely out of fear. She thought in her heart, if Big Brother was not interested in Angeline, why bother getting mad then?

He had never bothered to reveal even the slightest emotion to anyone he deemed unimportant.

Jay then shifted his dark and gloomy gaze to Storm.

"Storm, tie her up and dump her at Fragrant Vessel Court.

Angeline, "..."

Storm took out a pair of handcuffs from the wheelchair's custom-made secret compartment and walked towards Angeline.

"Miss, I advise you to not put up a fight and come with me. You know you're no match for me. I don't want to hurt you if we actually fight," Storm advised and persuaded kindly, afraid to make things difficult for Angeline.

How could Angeline possibly yield so easily? She launched a kick and said in a stern manner, "We'll talk about that if you can beat me."

Storm was forced to fight back-

The two were locked in a fierce struggle. For many years, Storm had never slackened in his martial arts training. Not only that, he was also a man with a strong physique and a variety of martial arts moves u p his sleeve, hence it was extremely strenuous for Angeline to fight with him.

Even so, Angeline was a stubborn person, born to refuse to concede to defeat. Although she did not gain an upper hand after fighting for so long, she could tell that Storm was not doing his best. Angeline had no interest in surrendering either. 1

Storm panicked, "Miss, if you don't stop now, I'll fight back, okay?"