Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 493

Empire Without Sunset typed into the chatbox, 'How'd you like to meet up sometime?'

Rose stared at the screen in alarm.

The prospect of meeting Empire Without Sunset had never crossed her mind.

Then...

She quickly logged off and buried her head into her pillow.

A shred of exasperation flashed in Empire Without Sunset's eyes as he stared at her gray profile icon.

'Coward.'

Rose was in a bad mood.

As her 'escort', Josephine had put in a ton of work to get that smile back on her face.

In addition to picking Rose up from work, she had also bought and delivered 999 roses to the other's patients.

As alluring and gorgeous Josie was in feminine clothing, she also appeared attractive and handsome in masculine clothing. She had ladies swooning over their feet.

Donned in a white suit, she walked to and fro inside

the medical department as per Rose's needs, causing the other workers to believe she was Rose's suitor.

With that, rumors about Rose's love life began to fly about.

Thinking that this was a major issue, Grayson dared not hide it from the president and told him the truth uneasily.

"Mr. President, the missus... She's cheating on you."

The frost in Jay's default cold expression immediately permeated the room, causing the temperature to drop drastically and the furniture to freeze over.

Grayson felt his tongue freeze as well.

Jay's icy glare pierced into Grayson. If looks could kill, Grayson would be dead by now.

"With who?" The grinding of molars could be heard as his thin lips spat the two words out.

"Our contact in the medical department said they saw Missus with a handsome man in a white suit together. The man had also sent 999 roses to the hospital rooms under Missus' care." Grayson clamped his mouth in fear, for the president's gaze was terrifying.

It was as if numerous swords were unsheathed at the same time and could only be placated after removing his flesh from his bones.

Grayson's knees felt weak and wobbly.

"What do we do, Mr. President?"

Jay tightened his jaw. "I want them dead, then fed to the sharks."

Grayson sucked in a cold breath!

The gears in his brain began to churn. 'The president and missus were childhood lovers. Despite having experienced death and loss, the president has loved and hated the missus, yet this entanglement seems never-ending.

'The missus has the spirit of a cockroach. Despite losing favor time and again, he still comes back to her in the end. The president wishes nothing more than to feed her to the sharks every time they fight, only for him to have the desire to throw himself into the waters to make up afterward.'

As a result, Grayson concluded, 'The missus is the president's only nemesis.'

Being on the missus' good side might perhaps make his life a tad easier in the future too. 1

"Mr. President, they say 'a good marriage is a contest o f generosity'. Indeed, Missus may have made a mistake, but I don't believe it warrants a death penalty," Grayson said bravely with his eyes closed. He betted on Rose winning this round.

Although he did not know how she was going to win, his gut told him that Rose would win every battle against Jay.

Jay's sharp eyes zeroed on him. "Did I say anything about wanting the missus dead?" His tone was so frosty that it could probably kill all the animals in the forest. Grayson was shocked!

"Get out!"

"Yes, Sir."

He left the president's office in a hurry, feeling as if he had just brushed shoulders with death.

No longer able to concentrate on his work, Jay stood up and walked toward the door.

At Grand Asia's medical department.

Hospital room, number 11.

After Rose's careful rearrangement, the large bouquet was divided into smaller bunches that filled every corner of the room.

Entering the room, Jay's pupils grew hooded as he was hit with the strong scent of Roses in the air.

His gaze fell on the woman still rearranging roses in different corners of the room. Joy glowed from between her brows, and her expression was the epitome of blissful.