Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 709

"Why should I be afraid of you?" Angeline asked.

The man fixed his gaze on her. "What if I told you, I have a very special identity. I can control whether you're alive or dead, and even crush you to death like an ant. Would you be afraid?"

Angeline extended her unharmed hand. The man was slightly startled. How dare this woman boss him around?

In the end, he still helped her to her feet.

Angeline raised her eyes to him. Her brows were melancholic, and her eyes were beautiful. They looked like the kind of poems that were difficult to understand, with a deep and hidden meaning that enraptured people.

"If you do have that kind of power, please, I beg you, crush me to death now," she pleaded, the sadness evident in her voice.

The smile on the man's face froze. Suddenly, he remembered how she had thrown herself into his car's way without abandon when it happened eight days ago.

"I can't believe I forgot. You were already seeking death."

Angeline flopped back down on her bed, ignoring him.

The man had always despised women who did not appreciate their lives. However, for some reason, he could not bring himself to despise Angeline Severe.

He thought it was odd. What was so special about this woman to the point where it cured him of his mysophobia and hematophobia? Not only that, he did not feel any distaste when she touched him. "Tell me, what's your name?" he asked.

"Angeline Severe," she answered.

"Alright, I'll go visit your parents one day. You'll just have to wait to be my bride." The man hung the infusion bag on the nearby rack and turned around to leave.

Angeline looked at him depressedly. "Are you mad?"

The man turned around. "Aren't you happy that I'm marrying you?"

Angeline asked, "Why should I marry you?"

The man walked back toward her and laid out his reasons. "I saved you, and you gave me your life in return. Besides, it just so happens that I don't resent you."

Angeline began coughing violently. "That's not love. Real love, is me liking you and accepting you for who you are. I live in this world because of you. I work hard because of you. I'll only be happy when you're happy."

The man acted as if he had just heard a fairytale."

How ridiculous, living life for someone else."

Angeline said, "You think it's ridiculous only because you haven't met the woman you're crazy for yet."

The man knitted his brows together. "There are many genetic diseases within my family. We're all severely mysophobic and have a phobia toward blood, so naturally, I feel resistant to any strange women. However, you're the only woman so far that I have not felt any distaste toward. It's not easy for me to meet a woman who I don't feel disgusted toward, so let's not talk about me meeting a woman that I'd give my whole life up for."

Angeline said silently, "So, people diagnosed with obsessive-compulsive mysophobia lead such miserable lives, huh?"

Her family produced an abundance of people with mysophobia. What could be done?

"Thus, I'll marry you." The man concluded.

Angeline said, "I've been married before."

The man was startled. As he stared at Angelina's youthful face, displeasure appeared in his eyes.

He was late to the party and had to wait for the next round?

"I don't mind."

"I also have three kids," Angeline continued.

The man grimaced. He had finally met a woman who he did not feel distaste toward, but it seemed that her qualifications were not that great.

"I don't mind."

This time, it was Angeline's turn to be startled.

It was not that the man did not have a choice.

Conversely, she could tell that he was extremely rich from the way he was dressed, and he moved elegantly and regally. Although he spoke gently, it was laden with the confidence that came with the rich and powerful.

A man like this surely had a noble identity. He could get any woman he wanted, so why would he marry a woman he picked up from the streets to be his wife?

That was much too casual, was it not?

"I mind," Angeline said. The glint in her eyes faded, like how the Milky Way would look like if it got sucked into a black hole.

"I don't need a man," she said lightly.