Sir Ares, Goodnight

Angeline fell on her butt only to pounce toward him again stubbornly, resembling an octopus with the way she was holding him tightly this time. Crying freely, she reminded him of a child. "Please, I'm begging you. Please, don't leave me."

Jay felt himself suffocate as she clung and intertwined tightly with himself.

He lifted an arm, about to hug her back. However, he stopped as the image of Old Master Severe surfaced unexpectedly in his mind.

"The Ares family has made a grave mistake, Jay. One that will undoubtedly endanger your family should such a secret come to light. I'm afraid not even the most insignificant members of your family will find themselves exempt from the impending bloodshed within Tourmaline Estate.

"So please, I'm begging you. Let Angeline go."

Jay felt his restraints leave him as he pushed Angeline away harshly and roared, "Have some dignity, would you, Angeline Severe?"

Angeline stared at him pale-faced and was tremendously shocked.

"I'm begging you, please. Let me go." Jay's voice mimicked that of Grand Old Master Severe's the other

day, deep and heartbreaking.

was strong enough to storm

Angeline climbed up. Her hair was a mess while her

this is what you want? To sever all ties with me?" Her body trembled like weeping

allude to his frustrating distaste for her. That moment, Angeline smiled, albeit bitterly. "Seems like it has all been my wishful thinking." Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and

and he could feel the blood

promise I'll never bother you again." Angeline's

if I wanted to. You said that you'd hold me tight when the wind blew and that you'd shelter me when the rain poured. I believed you then. Maybe I

were red, tired from containing all the despair she felt underneath. "The tree's gone now and the vine's

Slowly, she walked out.

every step, she removed a piece of jewelry from her body. Pearls and jewels littered all over the

his mask crack and break. His

settle for a mere trumpet flower, Angeline. Be the silk-cotton tree that you are,"

at Angelina's ashen expression as the other exited the villa's living room. She met her halfway like autumn leaves fluttering in the wind. "Sis Angeline."

Josephine,

bent down to hold him tightly in her