Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 409

As she walked out of Fragrant Vessel Court, Rose looked at the wet asphalt road and back at her long dress. A trace of struggle streaked across her brows. Jay walked in front of her and bent down. "Come, I'll carry you."

Her eyes dilated.

Although the dress was precious, it would take an exceptional someone to ride on Sir Ares' back!

"Sir Ares, I think I'll walk on my own," she said as she lifted her dress, revealing her snow-white calves. "Get on." His voice became slightly colder.

Rose was bewildered. What was wrong with this guy? Why were his actions so hard to read these days?

Left with no other choice, she slowly climbed onto his back, unsure where to place her hands. When Jay stood up, she rocked back and forth. "Hold on to me," Jay commanded.

Rose then carefully put her hands on his shoulders.

He wore a very formal suit today with an ocean-blue shirt buttoned to the top, a gray striped tie, and a tailor-made limited edition black suit.

It was his most common look, yet he looked extra proper today as if he was attending his wedding.

Rose thought to herself that this was the only time that the God-like man would carry his wife like this, so she definitely would not waste the chance. Thus, she took her chance and slowly moved her hands higher and higher, circling his neck in the end.

Jay smiled as the young lady started to show through her actions.

The journey from Tourmaline Estate to England Clubhouse was neither long nor short.

At the end of the asphalt, the road was wide and had a slight steepness to it. Water no longer pooled on the street. It became strangely clean.

"Sir Ares, let me down." Rose did not want to stay on his back longer than she should as she thought that the longer she did, the more he would take from her. Jay ignored her.

"Sir Ares, you should watch your spine and hip!"

Stunned, Jay's brows lifted ever so slightly.

"You're saying that I'm old?"

She did not know whether to cry or laugh. "Sir Ares, you've always been young and youthful. You belong to the 'three-highs' group of people, so even if you're older, it still wouldn't change the fact that ladies would desire you, whether they're 17 or 70."

Jay set her down, correcting her. "My 'three-highs' are normal. I'm healthy!"

Rose could not help but laugh. "Sir Ares, the 'three-highs' don't mean high blood glucose, high blood pressure, and high blood cholesterol."

"Then what does it mean?"

"It means that you have high appeal, high IQ, and high bank savings."

Jay was dumbstruck.

Smiling, Rose said, "Sir Ares, no wonder you couldn't understand. After all, it's what young people call the 'three-highs' these days..."

He turned and walked away before she could finish. It was obvious that she was calling him an old man! "Sir Ares, why are you leaving?" Rose ran over to him. He strode along while Rose jogged behind him. His quick strides still maintained an elegant composure while Rose was panting like a dog.

"Taking advantage of my short legs?" After a short while of running, Rose could run no more and stopped in her tracks.

Jay turned back. "Tired already?"

Rose nodded.

"Your bodily functions are old. They need some improvement."

Rose looked at him in terror. "Sir Ares, I'm only 26 years old!"

His lips slightly curved upward. "So what? This proves that bodily functions are not proportional to age."

With a gulp, she said, "Then, how can I remain young forever?"

"Talk less, exercise more."

"You're saying that I talk a lot?" Rose retorted.

"When I'm around, you're still alright."

She looked at Jay with suspicion. "Sir Ares, don't tell me you were taking revenge on me because I called you old?"

The cat was out of the bag, so Jay turned his pretty face and walked away.