Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 771

The night was quiet.

Angeline lay on the bed as she tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

Her grandfather’s words to her during the day made her fall into entanglement and conflict.

Grandfather hoped that she would put aside her resentment and accept Anne as her family to expand the Severe family's social status. The old man's heart was actually in the right place.

However, she could not come to terms with it since she despised Anne for stealing her father. Now, her mother had to be all alone.

She also detested Sera for fawning over Jay. Subconsciously, she always felt that Jay belonged to her. It was a disgraceful behavior on Sera’s part to covet her brother-in-law.

It was simply impossible for her to bear no ill-feelings and accept them into the family whole-heartedly.

Then, she heard a sigh amidst the night.

Angeline heard the sound and got up as she sat in shock.

She focused her ears to make sure that she had not heard it wrong. Did someone heave a sigh outside the window?

Who could it be?

Angeline paced toward the window with her bare feet. She opened the window and saw a black damask tied t o the window lattice and the tree trunk in front. Cole was leaning on the black damask with his arms resting on the back of his head. His legs were leisurely crossed over one another.

When he saw Angeline, Cole immediately sat up. In a flash, his whole person entered the window.

Under the dim moonlight, Angeline looked at the man standing against the light. He was as beautiful as the Greek gods that descended to the mortal world.

However, Angeline could not afford to make the mistake of being smitten by this beautiful deity-like creature.

She was utterly speechless. "What are you doing in the middle of the night?"

"I was missing you." Cole smiled.

Angeline was so dumbfounded that she could not keep her mouth close for the life of her.

What did this guy want by missing her in the middle o f the night?

Cole passed through Angeline and strode toward the bed. Without the owner's permission, he started to take off his shoes.

"Stop it." Angeline’s voice was low, but it was roaring

with anger.