Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 388

Unable to hold them back in the end, Rose's tears fell freely like rain through a torn canopy.

It wet the pillow beneath.

Could she still believe in him?

Her gaze was empty as the void.

Finally, she set her eyes on the white marbled tiles and the carved mahogany handrails.

The handrail led to the quiet floor upstairs, where it was abnormally dark.

"A crazy woman is hiding in Daddy's bed!"

Jenson's shaky voice suddenly echoed in Rose's head.

Unable to sleep, Rose got up and dressed herself. Then, she tiptoed up the stairs.

Jenson was not the only one panicking about the secret behind the attic, for it agitated her as well.

Who was the woman in the attic?

As the Fragrant Vessel Court was built following the characteristics of classical overlapping architectures, its rooms were built intricately and were naturally dim.

Pushing open the door in front of the handrail, Rose

entered the room and closed the door behind her.

She found herself in a small living room conjoined with a bedroom. Simply decorated, there was a corseted square table with a tea set on top and several expensive-looking Narra chairs.

Both the left and right living room walls were broken into archways. As if they moved on their own, Rose’s feet brought her down the archway on the right where she was met with a narrow wooden door. Lightly pushing it, Rose slipped into the room carefully.

Inside was a bedroom decorated with vintage French furniture. The color scheme fitted perfectly with Jay's personality-Dark and oppressive.

She looked around. Other than the floor-to-ceiling screen that more or less covered the view behind, everything else was placed before her eyes.

Rose walked toward the screen. Her heart raced nervously for some reason, and her hands subconsciously clenched into fists.

The screen was carved with flower designs. Coupled with the Chinese painting, it was an elegant sight to behold. Despite her passion for such art, Rose did not have it in her to stop and admire it. Holding her breath, she crept slowly toward the screen.

Now that she had gotten closer to the screen, she could see what was behind.

There was an incense burner, burning smoke the scent of sandalwood.

On the wall behind hung a portrait of a man in loosefitting clothes, exposing his tantalizing collarbones. Around his neck hung a skull necklace.