Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 491

Jay threw Rose's mask into the trash can.

Her eyes widened as her gaze followed the falling of the mask, her heart beginning to feel inexplicably empty.

Not leaving her any time to dwell in self-pity, Jay spoke, "Come with me."

"Where are we going?" She followed him out of the hospital room.

A couple of people walked from the opposite direction from time to time in the long corridor.

During then, Rose would replace herself turning to face the wall, as to avoid others seeing that deformed face o f hers.

Every time that happened, the corners of Jay's eyes burned.

He had brought Rose to the office of a professional therapist.

Rose stared at the plate on the door reading ' Psychology'. Immediately, a strong gust of rejection arose and she did not want to enter the room.

"Why'd you bring me here, Mr. President? I... I'm very mentally healthy."

Turning around, he responded, "Old Master Severe is

very important to me. It's in my best interest that you learn as much on the topic of psychology as possible."

Rose froze.

She had overreacted, then? She was not here to be counseled?

Slowly, Rose shuffled over.

Meeting the therapist's gaze, she felt her heart begin to thud as her body trembled against her will.

A look at Rose had Jay realizing her nervousness since all her worry was written on her face.

"Take a seat." The therapist pulled out the chair across hers.

She sat uneasily.

For a reason unknown to her, the dread similar to being set on the Guillotine settled in her chest.

The therapist was a sincere and humorous old madam. She turned to speak to Jay, "How are this lady and I supposed to concentrate when a handsome man like you is in the room, Mr. President?" Hearing the words left unsaid, Jay left with a smile.

He closed the door behind him like a gentleman as well.

Rose smiled slightly at the old madam's humor.

The old madam then passed her a few questionnaires. "Take a look. These here are checklist questionnaires that we use to determine whether a patient has depression or anxiety problems." Taking the tests, Rose read through them seriously.

The old madam handed her a pen, saying, "Circle the parts that you don't understand."

Rose took the pen and began to answer the questions before she realized what she was doing.

After that, she returned the questionnaire to the old madam. "I... Think I might have depression, Doctor."

The Old Madam put on her reading glasses and smiled brightly as she read the results. "What you have is anxiety, not depression."

"Do I need to take medicine, Doctor?"

"That depends. What is the cause of your anxiety? And how determined are you to fight it?"

Rose was shocked.

The old madam looked at her. "You're anxious because of how your face looks, correct?"

Rose nodded silently.

"I fear that I'll scare people away. That the person I love would leave me because of this face." Tears fell freely from Rose's eyes.

The old madam chuckled. "I haven't been scared away, though? Your face didn't even scare away this timid old woman who knows nothing about you. "Let alone your family. How could people who love you so dearly possibly be scared away?"

Rose was shocked!

The old madam had a point!

The therapist's curative voice rang out again. "If one day, this person you love has gotten hurt, would you choose to leave them or hold them tighter?" Hearing this, her eyes widened....

The image of Jay's chiseled features flashed inexplicably in her mind. She imagined him suffering the same injuries... Rose's pupils immediately shrunk. She could not imagine the pain she would feel if he was the one who got hurt instead.

"No. I'd take the injury myself. I'd suffer any injury for him. I won't let him get hurt!" she yelled, agitated.

The old madam held her hand tightly and comforted her in a soft voice, saying, "Relax, Miss. This is merely a hypothesis..." Rose exhaled a long sigh of relief.

She patted the spot above her heart. Thank goodness it was merely her imagination.

The old madam spoke, "I can tell that you love him a lot. I'd like to think that how he feels now is just like how you would should he have gotten hurt instead. Rather than disliking you, I'm sure he would only cherish and treasure you more."

Tears trickled from Rose's eyes again. "Yet it hurts me to know that I'm the cause of his heartache."