The Lucky Wife (Jay ares and Rose) novel Chapter 1192

"A lunatic."

After hearing what he said, Zayne did not intend to open the door anymore.

Jay's complexion darkened slightly as he sighed. "That’s Aunt Josephine, right?"

Jenson nodded reluctantly.

Zayne was dumbfounded. He quickly got up to open the door.

Josephine was holding her stilettos in her hand, her feet bare. When the door opened, she barged in to fix Jens.

"Jens, you b*stard. It’s been so many years since I last saw you, but not only did you not greet me, you even tripped me. My bum still hurts from the fall.”

She ran to Jenson, but he leaped and made a backflip before landing at the corridor on the second floor.

Josephine was dumbfounded. "Are you a monkey? Why did you jump so high?”

Jenson replied, "I don't like it when other people touch me."

Josephine said, "I'm your aunt, darn it. It’s not like you’ll lose an ear if I touch you."

In the past, it was a norm to see both aunt and nephew quarreling as soon as they met.

Though surprisingly, things remained the same even after three years.

Worried that the noise would disturb Angeline’s rest, Jay reprimanded with a dark countenance, "Stop it, all of you.”

It was only then did Josephine and Jenson return to the couch area.

Josephine sat down next to Angeline and started chirping away.

“Weren’t you always a tough cookie, Sis Angeline? How did things get so serious this time?"

When Josephine pushed Angeline out, she started talking endlessly along the way, "Have my brother’s memories recovered, Sis Angeline? Why is he suddenly so worried about you?"

Angeline nodded. "Mm."

Josephine stopped abruptly.

If Jay’s memory had recovered, then that would mean she would soon be able to piece the puzzle hidden in her heart.

Seemingly able to guess Josephine's thoughts, Angeline said earnestly, "Actually, Josie, I knew the answer to your question a long time ago. And the reason why I’m bringing you out here today is to tell you the answer.”

Josephine had waited for the answer to this question for so long.

So long that when it was time for her to hear the answer, she looked exceptionally calm instead.

“Go on, Sis Angeline.”