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.

door, her jaw dropping

to be in the

to test the temperature on his forehead. After making sure that he was not

you home

and serene gaze. His eyes were probing and compassionate. All kinds of

words held abundant

a pity that

stared blankly at Jay, smirking. "Did you hit your head, Sir Ares? I can't believe that you actually know

never

bitterly. If she really was his Angeline, then he would owe her

you spend in the hospital today,

A naughty smirk sprung up

substantial amount of money for a commoner like her. On the contrary,

it. It's not much, really," Rose