Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 675

"Is this question important?" Zayne looked away.

Josephine's eyes turned red as she bit her lip. "I've spent ten years of my life loving you. In these ten years, I've wasted my youth because of you. My emotions are dependent on you, yet you're telling me that it's not an important question? Are you thinking that I'm a bloody fool who wasted ten years of my life to love an insignificant man?"

Zayne replied, "I know that you've sacrificed a lot for me, but relationships are like that. You need to meet the right person at the right time and place for the relationship to bloom. Since both of us have missed the ship, then it's now a thing of the past. If you insist on living in the past, you'll only increase your suffering

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Slap!

Josephine sent a tight slap across Zayne's face.

"Zayne Severe, ever since I first laid eyes on you, I've wholeheartedly waited for you at the same spot. I waited for you patiently, I spent all my time on you, I came running over to you when you said you wanted to date me, and I went back into my shell to hide when you said we weren't suitable. Now you're telling me that we met at the wrong time and place. Zayne..."

Josephine broke down and screamed in between her

sobs. "You're a Peking b*stard."

Zayne was bleeding from his nose. He quietly wiped away the blood as he stared at Josephine.

"If hitting me can make you feel better, just go ahead."

Josephine replied, "I won't hit you, nor will I punish you. I want you to owe me your whole life. I want you to feel heartbroken whenever you think of me."

Zayne smiled weakly. "I'm sorry. I won't think of you in the future. I'll only be good to Shirley."

Josephine glared at Zayne. He had transformed her into an utter failure, making her extremely dissatisfied.

She suddenly stepped forward, her gaze filled with a hopeless hunger for revenge. "Zayne, weren't you always curious why I left the country in a hurry after you enlisted into the army?" Zayne looked at her, dumbfounded...

This young lady here had been following him wherever he went because she was trying to court him, turning herself into the talk of the town. However, after he was enlisted into the army, she suddenly left the country. When she returned, she still boldly professed her love for him but was no longer as thick-skinned to chase after him all over the place.

He thought that it was because she had grown up and seen that there were better fishes in the ocean, so she realized that he was merely a regular bloke. As such,

her obsession over him had reduced.

Now that she mentioned it, it alerted him that there might exist a deeper root cause for the change in her.

While Zayne was still waiting for an answer, Josephine smiled and felt a sense of liberation.

"Forget it, Zayne. I won't put you into misery as well." Josephine took a few steps back. The dissatisfaction in her expression dissipated like thin air and was gradually replaced with calm loneliness.

"I'll just take it as though I was a clown stuck in a nightmare for all these years and have finally awakened from my dream." Josephine made it sound s o carefree, but her tears were not cooperative and kept flowing.

"I have no way of waking up a man who is in deep sleep despite being in front of me. My one-sided love should end here. Zayne Severe, let's not meet again."

Josephine turned to leave, sobbing as she ran.

Zayne's body trembled as he slumped weakly on one of the Sycamore trees, looking wasted and lost.

"I'm sorry, Josephine. You'll forget about me soon enough," he mumbled.

After lunch had ended in the Severe household, Angeline returned to her room and lay her head down glumly as she sat by the window looking at the wilting flowers outside. She lamented, "A flower is not only destined to wilt as its falling petals would transform into the soil to nourish another blooming flower. Sigh."

From her point of view, Josephine was like that flower, watching over Zayne until Zayne found his true love. As for Josephine, she had to back out in the end.

Jay wheeled himself in and happened to hear what she said and asked, "Why are you sighing again?"

Angeline ran over to him and knelt in front of him, lazily laying her head on his lap like a cat as she complained, "Dear, Josephine left." "Hmm."