Sir Ares, Goodnight

Then upon hearing Grayson's theory of transmigration, his heart could not contain the hope and ecstasy radiating from his very being at this moment.

'Is that really the case?

Did you really return, Angeline?'

As soon as Grayson parked the Rolls-Royce at the villa's entrance parking lot, Jay pushed the door open eagerly without even bidding farewell to Grayson and hurried toward the villa entrance.

Grayson looked at the somewhat abnormal Mr. Ares and shook his head helplessly. No matter what it was, Mr. Ares would lose control as long as the matter had something to do with Angeline. Grayson was already used to it.

Jay pushed the door in. The spacious house was quiet and peaceful.

Jay closed the door behind him, leaned his back against the anti-theft door, and took a quick hard breath. When he had soothed his surging emotions, he finally lifted his foot to walk up to the second floor. Standing at the corner of the stairs, Jay cast his eyes over Rose's room. Slowly and solemnly, he strode with his long and slender legs. Step by step, he approached

Rose's room.

He stood at the door, gently raised his hand, and knocked on the door.

opened the door, her jaw dropping at

this man not supposed to be in

instinctively stretched out her hand to test the temperature on his forehead. After making sure that he

home already,

eyes were probing and compassionate. All kinds of emotions were weaved together

words held

pity that she

your head, Sir Ares?

had never existed

then he would owe her too much. Saying thank you was not remotely enough to express his

spend in

A naughty smirk sprung up in his eyes

a substantial amount of money for a commoner like her. On the contrary, this amount was negligible when it came to a president whose net worth was worth hundreds of

not much, really,"