Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 527

At night, after everyone was asleep. Jay then came to the bedroom on the second floor that had been empty for a long time now.

At that time, when he found Rose in this bedroom, her expression was a bit off when she lied to him, saying that she was lost. He had always trusted her, so he did not think much about it.

Looking back on it now, at that time, Rose definitely knew that there was something unusual in this house, but she did not trust him and ended up missing the best opportunity to ask him for help.

As a result, that led to the accident of her falling off the building later.

With the dim light seeping in from the side lamp in the corridor, Jay came to the bedroom door.

As he opened the door, the flashlight of his mobile phone was also turned on at the same time. A beam of light shot into the room. The darkness in the room was getting driven out as the outline of every corner i n the room became clear.

This was just a very ordinary bedroom with a bed, a partition, an ice-cold incense burner, and a painting that hung on the wall.

The decor was so simple, but how could this give Rose a gloomy feeling?

When the light beam of the mobile phone flashlight shot past the painting frame, something suddenly jumped up to his eyes. He was then aware that the painting was a little weird.

He put the mobile phone flashlight close to the picture frame and found that the picture frame was covered with a layer of transparent oil paper. However, there were bubbles on the edges, causing it to be reflected under the light.

Jay ripped off the oil paper and suddenly, a different picture flashed in the frame. Finally, his gaze was fixed on a very beautiful portrait of a couple.

His eyes were stunned.

The portrait of the man had been maliciously destroyed so that the colors of the top and bottom pictures were mixed and could not be clearly displayed.

However, that portrait of the woman fell in Jay's eyes very clearly.

Even though only her profile was shown, it could still b e seen that she was a beautiful woman. The woman had long, natural brown hair. Her lips were thin and slightly raised. This portrait of the woman completely stunned Jay on the spot.

These thin and slightly curled lips gave out an impression of arrogance for no reason. It was exactly a photocopied version of his own.

His mind rang with the question he had been asking since he was young, 'Jay, why are you not like your mother at all?'