Sir Ares, Goodnight

Angeline Severe began to persuade Grayson through both logical and emotional means. "You see, Grayson, this boss of yours might look unapproachable with his indifferent expression and all, but I understand him the most. He's not as unfeeling as he looks. In fact, he cares greatly and worries a lot for all of you."

Angeline's words reached the deeper ends of Grayson's heart. The president may be extremely stern with them, but he was respectful and they had learned much from him.

While he appeared cold-blooded to outsiders, the untouchable expression had always just been a facade he kept up when it came to his subordinates.

Angeline even added just for good measure, "I do wonder sometimes if the reason behind his reticence is due to an undeveloped mentality since a young age. He may give you the illusion that he's very fierce. but I promise you it's all bark and no bite. There's nothing to be afraid of. Have courage and go in, Grayson."

Grayson's eyes widened.

He was internally wailing, complaining, 'If your understanding of the president happens to be so gentle, why won't you go in and persuade him instead?

Having said her piece, Angeline smiled innocently.

With eyes the shape of crescent moons coupled with her radiant smile, Grayson thought she was an angel.

took a deep breath, mustered the courage, and returned to the hospital room

blue hospital gown was hanging loosely off his

a considerable amount, the ferocity in his chiseled features, as if sculptured by professionals, had not declined at all with the weight loss. Rather, the

caused the ice to seep arrogantly from his limbs as they had no outlet to be unleashed upon. Seeing the president, Grayson felt himself pinned by his sharp gaze despite the other not saying anything. He felt his heart begin to pulse frantically. "Mr. President..." Grayson stammered, afraid to speak. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access

had a feeling he would undoubtedly rage should he find

the discharge papers signed?" Jay asked

frown.

body was weak, and his voice was airy, yet it held the will that

mumbled, "Can we stay a few days, Mr. President? You've just gotten out of intensive care, so maybe stay a few days at the normal ward

and not expose Angeline unless the situation called for

the window. He pointed at the door and sobbed. "It's not

gaze landed on the thick wooden door that served as a barrier for

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