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.

the door, her jaw dropping at the sight of

not supposed to be in

on his forehead. After making sure that he was not having a fever, she breathed a

are you home already,

into Rose's eyes with a deep and serene gaze. His eyes were probing and compassionate. All kinds of emotions were

two words held

that she did not

"Did you hit your head, Sir Ares? I can't believe

had never

her too

spend in

back." A naughty smirk sprung up in his eyes all

bucks, which was 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

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