Sir Ares, Goodnight

Sleep took Rose Loyle again after a short while of consciousness.

The doctor had advised Jay Ares to let the patient sleep, for she had suffered a slight injury to the head and therefore was therefore prone to a mild concussion. Such patients were especially lethargic.

Not planning to disturb her, Jay Ares sat silently as he watched her sleep. Without realizing, a drop of tear fell onto the back of his hands

No one had ever expected the cold and unfeeling Jay Ares who had never once cried, to have tears falling from his eyes for a woman!

That moment, Jay Ares finally understood the saying,' a man does not shed tears until his heart is broken!'

Lightly tucking her into the blanket, he pressed his lips against her softly before turning to leave the room.

He got her a small bowl of porridge from a stall downstairs and answered a phone call before he ultimately returned to her room, only to see both of Rose Loyle's hands clenching her phone in a death grip. Her eyes were closed, but tears trickled out anyway from their corners.

Jay's heart clenched painfully at the sight as he walked over and took the phone. There was a line of text from a translating software on the screen.

Master Ares hates this woman. He's even told me before,

"Did he really-say that?"

feels more than hate for you, in fact, he despises you from the depths of his heart. He even told me he wants to rip you apart-and what he complains about

gleamed in Jay Ares' bloodshot eagle-like

you say such ruthless

were his words after

to hurt his

Ares had never once hated himself as much as he did at that moment. Slowly, he stood from his seat and strolled out of the room. Turning into

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emotions, he returned to the room as if nothing had happened