Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 82

Josephine anxiously arrived at Rose's rented unit and plopped all the shopping bags and gift boxes on the sofa. She then patted her chest that was still feeling some residual fear.

She said to Rose, "Sister-in-law, what should I do? My brother is suspicious of me. He sent someone to follow me around. I bumped into him downstairs earlier."

Rose's relaxed expression immediately turned pale. The cup in her hands shook tremendously as she stuttered, "Your brother is downstairs?"

Josephine saw how Rose turned into a coward within a split second and laughed. "Sister-in-law, I thought that you're the only person in this world who isn’t afraid of him and even dares to bicker or go against him. It turns out you're merely an origami tiger?"

Rose guiltily said, "You know how ruthless your brother can be at work. Which of those who went against him ever lived to see a good ending? If your brother knew that I'm still here, pulverizing me will not be enough to quench his hatred for me."

Josephine patted her shoulders. "That's too hyperbolic. The most my brother will do is take away both your cute babies and make sure that you won't be able to survive here by preventing you from getting a job. You'll just be left to die on your own."

Rose looked at Josephine, dumbfounded. "So it's better if he takes my life instead?"

Josephine looked at her guiltily as she said, "What shall we do then? Move houses again?"

Something struck Rose, and she asked Josephine," Why is your brother investigating you?"

Josephine's expression suddenly turned depressed.

After a sigh, she pulled out a long cigar from her exquisite limited-edition handbag. She lit it with a lighter and inhaled deeply.

The bright sparks shone at her eyes, reflecting her tears that were like a vast ocean with surging waves.

Rose unceremoniously put out the burning cigar that was in between Josephine’s fingers. "Nicotine and alcohol can never obliterate our sorrows permanently. Besides, I don’t want Jens and Zetty to inhale your secondhand smoke.”