Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 700

The children cried their hearts out.

Unable to do much else, Storm could only force himself to pull the kids into his arms and hold them tightly in place.

Josephine felt her heart clench at the sight of Angeline's departing figure. She turned around and entered the main hall.

"Why must you force her on the road of no return, Jay?" Josephine stood in front of Jay, tears trickling down her eyes despite her wishes as she sympathized with Angeline.

Jay slowly lifted his head. Seeing the pain in his eyes, Josephine was stunned.

"I've hurt her too much, Josephine. Watch over her for me," Jay spoke softly.

"I thought you've always loved Sis Angeline, Jay. I refuse to believe that you don't love her anymore. Tell me, is there something else going on that you can't talk about?"

"There isn't."

Jay knew that should Josephine realize anything was off with him, he would never rid himself of this trouble for she and Angeline were best friends who told each other everything. Josephine was beyond disappointed with Jay. "You men are all heartless people." Then, she dashed out with a huff.

Storm brought the three kids into the room as they wailed and sobbed.

Zetty raised a small fist and aimed it at Jay. "Miss Care Worker was Mommy all along, Daddy. Why don't you want her anymore?"

Despite how a child's fist was more bark than bite, every hit bruised and wounded Jay all the same. Everywhere ached.

"Mommy made a mistake. Daddy's just going to punish her for a short while. Daddy promises, I'll bring her back when the time's up." The children stopped crying. "Really?"

Jay replied, "As long as you promise to keep it a secret."

"Okay."

The children's wails finally came to an end.

Leaving Diary Of A Garden, Angeline strode dazedly on the asphalt road.

The pain from the incisions on her face felt infinitesimal compared to that of the breakup.

The pain felt unbearable, and her mind swam with solutions to quickly rid herself of it.

At that moment, death came to her mind.

A low luxury car drove toward her.

The car left wavy lines behind it as it swiveled on the asphalt.

"Move." The man in the driver's seat felt himself sweat profusely when he found a staggering woman in his path.

Despite not thinking much of the lives of others, the obsession with cleanliness he had inherited from his ancestors made him strongly reject the prospect of staining his beloved car with a stranger's blood. However, he had driven too fast and it was almost impossible to slow down with such a short distance.

Angeline stopped and turned. Seeing the car aiming for herself, the corners of her lips tugged into a relieved smile.

"Knock over me!"

The man immediately hit the breaks but had still knocked Angeline off with the bonnet.

"Don't pull me into your plans just because you want to die." The man sat, stunned, in the driver's seat. He was thinking about the woman's exquisite features on her small face that oozed with allure. Pushing open the door, a pair of white limited edition sports shoes stepped out onto the ground.

He walked toward Angeline and placed a finger under her nose while his eyes took in the body that had curled into itself like a cooked prawn. "Are you dead?"

Angeline blinked open her bleary eyes to look at the young man, his handsome appearance overlapping with Jay.

"Love..." she called out softly.

"I'll be leaving now. Take good care of yourself." With that, her eyes slipped shut again.