Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 983

Realizing that his emotions were being dominated by the she-devil, Jay sat up in despair. After letting out a heavy sigh, he stood upside down in the corner. He had to force himself to calm down and find out why he was feeling what he felt for Angeline.

Though no matter how hard he tried to figure it out, he still did not know whether his feelings for Angeline were that of infatuation, reliance, or extreme hatred.

The next day, Jay made a firm decision by submitting a resignation letter to the head of the engineering department. He then moved out of the dormitory and rented a two-bedroom apartment in an insignificant housing estate in Imperial Capital.

He should probably bring Marilyn and their child over once he found a stable job.

At the same time, it would spare him from all the wild thoughts he had for Angeline.

When Angeline learned that Jay had left the construction site, she sat behind the desk in the president's office and sighed dejectedly.

"Sigh."

It was nothing but a kiss that she had forced on him.

Now he was acting all coy like a little girl and even resigned just to avoid her on purpose?

When she kissed him back then, his lips would curve up while his eyes and brows would lift up as he grinned from ear to ear.

"Sigh!"

Angeline sighed again!

Zayne was sitting across from Angeline. The folder in his hand was opened and placed upright on the table. Placed in it was a tiny book titled 'The Plum in the Golden Vase', and the illustrations on it were very much indecent.

After hearing Angeline sighing yet again, Zayne raised his eyes and looked at her. "Did Jay do something to make you unhappy again?"

Angeline replied weakly, "He's avoiding me on purpose."

Zayne asked, "What on earth did you do to infuriate him? Why is he so terrified?"

Angeline opened her innocent eyes, saying, "All I ever did was force a kiss on him."

Zayne's jaw dropped. He could imagine how much a proud and domineering man like Jay would feel like dying after being kissed by a little girl like her.

"Can't you be just a teeny bit more demure in front of him, Angeline?" His sister's boldness and manliness had shocked Zayne so badly that his soul and spirit left his body.

"Do you really think he's that good-for-nothing fisherman who his mother-in-law has rejected? The blood of a ruler is flowing in his veins. Only he can control other people's destiny, not the other way around. Yet you actually forced a kiss on him, Angeline Severe? You... You have a death wish."

Angeline grabbed the folder in front of Zayne and smacked him with it. "You'd better talk nicely."

Zayne let down his guard, and his little storybook was exposed.

Seemingly not noticing it at all, Zayne said seriously,1 All men fancy women with long hair in dresses that flutter in the wind. Especially weak women who speak in crisp and coquettish voices. When facing women like that, men will have a natural tendency to protect them."

He then glanced at his sister with a disgusted look on his face. "Just look at you. I can almost see 'Punch the Imperial Capital bully, kick the ruffians in Swallow City, put up banners to search for common friends in martial arts' written on your face. How is a man like Jay supposed to sympathize with you when you're acting like that?"

Zayne's response filled Angeline with anger.

Her gaze fell on the little storybook in front of Zayne. She then held The Plum in the Golden Vase in front of Zayne's eyes. "I think you're just a beast who thinks with your lower half. Long hair and fluttering dresses?

Is that all you ever think of? What's wrong? Big Sis can't satisfy you?"

Zayne's eyes flashed a dull glow.

Angeline leaned forward. "I'm right, aren't I? Are you really at odds with Big Sis?"

Zayne pushed her face back. "Nonsense. Shirley and I are fine."

Angeline stared blankly at the tingling pain in Zayne's eyes and felt uneasy for some reason.

"You and Shirley aren't actually hiding something from me, are you, Zayne?"

Zayne said casually, "Your big sis and I are hiding tons of stuff from you. You can't be expecting us to share all those mushy honeyed words we tell each other every night, can you?" Angeline sneered, "Shameless."

Zayne breathed out a sigh of relief in an almost imperceptible manner.

Then, the subject of the conversation changed. "Would you like me to help you dig him out?"

Angeline said, "Once you find him, leave him alone. Find someone to protect him in secret."

Zayne joked with his sister in a light-hearted manner by standing at attention and saluting. "Yes, Madam!"