Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel 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 s o 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 o f 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 d o that?"

"What did you do to him when you were young? Just d o 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.

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. I t 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.