Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 431

Jay hugged Rose in his arms after she was discharged, and women of all ages focused their attention on him along the way. Jay's complexion appeared ashen, but she was secretly breaking into laughter. "Don't laugh." Jay glared at her.

Rose glanced at the woman sitting on the opposite chair who was drooling as she smiled and stared at Jay like a love-struck fool.

Rose teased him, saying, "She seems to like you, Sir Ares."

He retorted coldly, "Are you sure that's not a patient with dementia?"

Rose proceeded to laugh out loud. This guy's poisonous tongue indeed should not be provoked.

At the entrance of the hospital.

A group of people had surrounded Jay's Rolls-Royce. The traffic officer was yelling out anxiously, "So what if you're loaded? Does that mean you don't have to obey the traffic rules? You can block the whole road just because you have money?"

When Jay walked over, the traffic officer was abruptly silenced when he saw Jay.

He could not recognize the Rolls-Royce, but he could

identify the young master who owned it.

Did he mess with someone he should not have?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ares!"

Then, he reached out to take away the tickets placed on the car.

Jay took the tickets from him with a sullen face. "I'll pay for the fines." Then, he got into the car with Rose and drove away.

Rose turned her head to look at the congested road behind them and stuck out her tongue. She mocked, saying, "You and Josie truly are the rule-breaking brother and sister. Even if you don't care about the fines because you're loaded, you should still consider those working-class people who are struggling to make ends meet. If they arrive late and leave early, they'll get sacked by you big capitalists."

He looked at her gloomily. 'If it wasn't because I was worried about your life being in danger, would I have parked illegally?'

He was waiting for her last night, scared witless as time hung heavily. As such, the matter regarding the traffic regulations was at the back of his mind.

"It's my first and last time," he stated.

Noticing that he had the right attitude toward admitting his mistake, she did not drag it on further.

As the car drove out of Imperial Capital, Rose suddenly cried out, "I'll get off here, Sir Ares."

Jay looked at her suspiciously. "Have you forgotten that you're married now?"

Rose's mouth was wide open.

She truly had forgotten about it!

Jay ignored her request and drove straight to Garden Of A Diary.

"You'll need to rest for a few days. Once you're all better, I promise you that you can go to work and have crazy fun with Josephine." Jay opened the car door and looked at the silent Rose as he consoled in a coaxing manner.

Rose appeared ecstatic. "You're truly allowing me to leave Garden Of A Diary?"

He nodded. "As long as you remember to come home."

Hearing this, Rose smiled widely and got out of the car happily.

He looked at her back as she skipped forward and praised himself for the wise decision.

From the rigid and strict blocking tactics to letting go of his hold by being free and enlightening, the one he was putting to the test was not her but rather himself.

After all, this heart of his was always scared and on edge because of her.

At the garden gate, James was anxiously waiting for Jay to return.

Rose was slightly startled when she saw him.

"Remember to greet Uncle James," Jay came up and reminded her softly.

Rose swallowed her saliva and called out dryly, "Hello there, Uncle James." "Mmm," James replied indifferently.

Rose Loyle, this niece-in-law of his, had clearly not gained his approval just yet.

Jay's face was darkened. He stepped forward to unlock the fingerprint lock, stood by the door, and said coldly to James, "Please come in, Uncle."

James was slightly dumbfounded as he went inside.

He noticed that Jay was not following him closely from behind. Then, he turned his head and saw that Jay was holding Rose's face with both hands. That face of Jay's that had remained indifferent for what felt like thousands of years was indescribably gentle and warm at this moment.