Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 963

Josephine was befuddled. "I thought that you guys would be happy after reuniting with each other. Who knew that there would be so much trouble? My brother actually doesn't have feelings for you." Angeline was despondent. "I know that I'm not gentle, not pretty, and not womanly enough. But I treat him so well. Can't that make up for those things that I lack?"

Josephine looked at her in disbelief.

She then said angrily, "It must be that jerk Zayne. He would call you a tigress every day right? Did he brainwash you? Sis Angeline, you're the most beautiful, most gentle, and the most attractive woman to me. Angeline just could not believe her.

Josephine was agitated. "Ever since you became the president of Grand Asia, you started using that honey oil to mask your natural beauty. It's all to prevent those men from staring at you too much. If you're not ruthless enough, those men would be dancing on top of your head. All you've done and sacrificed for was to protect my brother's foundation. However, deep down, I know that you're my sweet, pretty, and loyal Sis Angeline.

At that moment, Angeline's tears flowed freely. "Over time, I think I'll forget what I used to look like."

Josephine thought hard and long. "My brother has never been able to resist you. I don't believe that he won't crumble if you keep going at him."

Angeline looked at Josephine pitifully. "And how do I do that?"

"What did you do to him when you were young? Just do what you did before."

Angeline suddenly had a bright idea, her tears immediately turning into smiles. "I've got it."

Angeline slammed the wine bottle down on the table. She had an aura of confidence and determination as she walked out the door.

Josephine hollered at her, "Sis Angeline, where are you going at this time of night?"

Angeline replied, "I'm going after my man."

Nighttime.

The fishermen were so excited because they now had jobs and social security.

They dragged Jay to a lavish restaurant at a food street nearby to celebrate.

Where the boorish and gruff men gathered, there needed to be booze as well. Even Jay drank a little wine under the persuasion of the fishermen. Soon enough, he noticed something wrong with his allergic body. The itching was unbearable, and patches of rash had quickly covered his body.

"Ben, what's wrong with you?" Tommy narrowed his eyes, exclaiming when he saw Ben's rashes on his forearm.

The fishermen had always been men of steel. They probably had not heard of things like alcohol allergy. However, some of them thought that they were knowledgeable enough, so they started to guess what was going on, causing a commotion.

"Ben, don't tell us that you have some sort of infectious disease. I heard that some people who fool around in their daily lives will get scary infectious diseases."

"Ben, we forgot to tell you that Pierre Hanes has many women by his side. When you were with him..."

"The way I see it, the president has taken a liking to you. Bich people often lead promiscuous lives."

As the fishermen continued babbling on, they had already labeled Jay as a vector of the disease.

When everyone else heard that it was a deadly infectious disease, they distanced themselves right away-even the kind-hearted Tommy stood away from Jay.

Jay's face was ashen. "I'm not promiscuous."

He then stood up, paid for the bill, and left the place by himself.

The street lights were dim.

Jay dragged his feeble body along while the street lights projected a long shadow behind him.

A pair of white high-heels soon came running after him.

Jay was feeling worse by the moment. Sometimes, his allergy would be mild. Sometimes, it would be severe. It was probably due to him feeling a little weak lately, and it might be because of the high alcohol content in the white wine that he drank. As such, his allergy was affecting more than just his skin.

Soon enough, he felt himself gasping for air. His breathing started to quicken.

He sat on the pavement, sluggish and wobbly. He grasped at his throat which was tightening with every passing second. At that moment, he thought that he would die like this-alone.