Sir Ares, Goodnight

Angeline packed up the documents on the desk, then held the folder with her left hand and walked toward the door. Jay's wheelchair was blocking the door.

His eyes never moved away from her figure while Angeline remained indifferent. "Please move," she said to Jay politely.

Jay looked at her directly. His dark eyes were filled with intense unwillingness.

How did Angeline and he get to this point?

They were worse than strangers.

His gaze then fell on her bandaged arm, and no emotions could be heard in his tone of voice when he asked, "Is your arm okay?"

Angeline smiled calmly and said softly, "Thank you for your concern, Sir Ares. It's not a big problem for me."

She was calling him 'Sir Ares' again.

She called him that way when their relationship was a t its worst.

stern and cold, but she was not as

he had a

hair fit well with his palm-sized face. It made his star and moon-like eyes look like a

speaking. He was like a dazzling luminous figure that made it

was electrifying

guy was toxic and

there was no longer the affection from the past. Angeline always showed her innocent side when she was with him before, but that

quietly after not being able to stand her

ignorant before and bothered you too much. I shouldn't have taken advantage of your kindness. Don't worry,

Jay's heart was aching.

she squeezed out through the narrow slit sideways. She did

and sighed. That

badly by him.

up to

understood, turned the wheelchair around,