Sir Ares, Goodnight

Jay carried Angeline to the bedroom and placed her gently on the bed. Although he knew that she probably would not be able to hear him, he still sought her opinion in an extremely gentlemanly manner. "It's time to take a bath, Angeline."

When he reached out to undress her, Angeline clasped her button and refused to let go. Afraid that she was unable to hear him, he leaned closer to her ear and whispered, "Angeline, I'm going to give you a bath."

Angeline was so shy that her ears turned crimson.

Jay let out a dazzling smile. He already looked as charming as a divine being to start with, but he looked even more enticing when he smiled. Are you shy, Angeline?" He brushed her nose contentedly. He was on cloud nine at this moment because he was certain that Angeline was equipped with a certain degree of hearing. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

In fact, Angeline had not lost her hearing at all. It was pride that was holding her back. At the thought that she would end up like her grandfather, bedridden and a burden to others for the rest of her life, she simply found it hard to accept this outcome.

Therefore, she chose to remain uncommunicative.

Jay reached out and stroked her tiny head in a pampered manner, then rested his chin on her head intimately. He said with a smile on his face, "You can hear me, can't you?"

Angeline did not answer him.

Jay continued to say, "I'm sorry for letting you down, Angeline. You love me so much that you were willing to risk your life and even got disfigured because of me, yet a b*stard like me actually believed the words my mother said. I've made you suffer."

Angeline's face was pressed against his chest, and her heart ached when she felt his chest rising and falling in anger.

memory, she knew that Jaybie would believe in Madam Ares' words simply because he was

had never harmed her. If love was nonexistent between them, then judging from his ruthless

in the beginning and for constantly worrying about her losses, which

his repentance. "Angeline, what should I do to relieve your

those carefree days?"

his tears, yet they still

on Angeline's face and

had never seen him cry

a hard-hearted young master

could imagine how heartbroken he was to see her in this

"Don't blame yourself. I'm

It turned

can talk?" He

again, I will kneel on durians, abacus, and keyboards in front of you,

little weak. I may not be able to see, but I can still hear and speak. Don't blame

his