Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 790

"Awake?" His voice sounded indifferent.

Angeline asked weakly, "Why am I here? And oh, where's Josie?"

"She has things to do back in Imperial Capital. You should rest, you're injured."

Jay's words evoked Angeline's memories of what happened at Mount Villa the other day.

Cole Yorks had abducted her and Jay went to save Josephine. She ran up to him elated only to receive an earful about how she had corrupted Josephine instead of asking if she was alright.

It hurt a lot.

Looking around the familiar room, Angeline quickly realized that she was in Garden Of A Diary.

"Why am I here?" She tilted her head in confusion.

In her eyes sparked a slim shred of hope that perhaps he would show care for her.

However, he replied, "Josephine made me promise to take care of you."

The glimmer in Angeline's eyes immediately dimmed.

She sighed weakly, breaking into a self-deprecating smile.

Why had she gotten her hopes up at all?

"Jay." At the door stood Jay Ares' girlfriend, holding a fruit platter in her hands. "I had someone get you your favorite Chile blueberries. Do you want any?"

Jay left Angeline with a word of advice. "Get some rest." Then, he turned around and exited the room.

"I heard them say you didn't get to rest much these few days?" the woman asked Jay flirtatiously.

"Got a little busy with work," Jay replied.

Angeline felt her heart grow cold as she heard the two's intimate greetings.

She turned to look at the infusion bag by the headboard. Not recognizing the drug prescribed on it, she tugged the needle off her hand.

Slowly, she climbed out of bed. Her legs felt heavy and her body frail.

She did not want to stay for a moment longer. This place used to be a holder of many beautiful memories, yet now it had her choking and suffocating as she watched him dote over another woman. Both her feet touched the ground, and she began to walk. However, she fell with a thud on the ground a couple of steps later.

Hearing such a loud bang from inside the room, Jay felt his spine freeze. Snapping back from his stupor, h e immediately turned the wheelchair around and

wheeled toward the room.

Pushing open the room door, he was met with the sight of Angeline trying to get back on her feet. There was not a tint of flush on her sickly and ashen zombielike complexion.

"What are you doing?" he berated.

Angeline wobbled as she walked out. "I've overstayed my welcome these past few days, so I'm going home now. Thank you for your hospitality."

Her words were overly polite, and every syllable stabbed into Jay's heart.

"You can't leave when your wounds haven't healed yet," Jay reasoned.

Instead of replying, Angeline continued to march stubbornly out the door.

Her figure swayed like butterflies in the wind, shaky and delicate. It was almost like she was walking on cotton. She had not lingered at all when they brushed shoulders. If anything, she walked faster.

After a difficult trek, she reached the main doors and felt like she had reached a checkpoint in a marathon. The thought had her huffing bitterly. Her body relaxed, and suddenly, a round of vigorous coughing began.