Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 585

Angeline Severe began to persuade Grayson through both logical and emotional means. "You see, Grayson, this boss of yours might look unapproachable with his indifferent expression and all, but I understand him the most. He's not as unfeeling as he looks. In fact, he cares greatly and worries a lot for all of you."

Angeline's words reached the deeper ends of Grayson's heart. The president may be extremely stern with them, but he was respectful and they had learned much from him.

While he appeared cold-blooded to outsiders, the untouchable expression had always just been a facade he kept up when it came to his subordinates.

Angeline even added just for good measure, "I do wonder sometimes if the reason behind his reticence i s due to an undeveloped mentality since a young age. He may give you the illusion that he's very fierce, but I promise you it's all bark and no bite. There’s nothing t o be afraid of. Have courage and go in, Grayson."

Grayson’s eyes widened.

He was internally wailing, complaining, ‘If your understanding of the president happens to be so gentle, why won’t you go in and persuade him instead?

Having said her piece, Angeline smiled innocently.

With eyes the shape of crescent moons coupled with her radiant smile, Grayson thought she was an angel.

Grayson took a deep breath, mustered the courage, and returned to the hospital room with his head held high.

Jay had already sat up. The striped blue hospital gown was hanging loosely off his frame.

Despite slimming down a considerable amount, the ferocity in his chiseled features, as if sculptured by professionals, had not declined at all with the weight loss.

Rather, the air of frost around Jay almost seemed to have thickened instead.

Perhaps it was the trauma of losing both his parents i n a night that caused the ice to seep arrogantly from his limbs as they had no outlet to be unleashed upon.

Seeing the president, Grayson felt himself pinned by his sharp gaze despite the other not saying anything. He felt his heart begin to pulse frantically.

"Mr. President..." Grayson stammered, afraid to speak.

The president looked terrifying as of that moment, and he had a feeling he would undoubtedly rage should he find out that Grayson had not followed orders.

Grayson only had one fear, and that was the president raging at him.