Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 935

"Angeline... I love you... Ah..." There was a change in Cole's confession.

Angeline lifted the knife and stabbed him in the heart. However, Cole's hand caught her cold blade.

Angeline's beautiful eyes were suddenly enshrouded i n hatred and turned bloodshed, making her look coquettish but cold.

She exerted all her strength and pushed the cold blade forward inch by inch.

Cole gazed at her, his charming face filled with great disappointment and reluctance.

"Why, Angeline? Why are you doing this to me?" Cole asked, disappointed.

Angeline gritted her teeth. "Because you deserve to die."

A self-deprecating smile emerged in Cole's attractive eyes. "You found out all about it?"

Tears filled Angeline's dark and profound large eyes." You don't know what love is at all, Cole. You keep saying that you love me, but you pushed the ones I love away from me. Jenson, Baby Robbie, and my beloved Jaybie are gone. You put me in solitude, which makes living more miserable than death. Is this the price I have to pay to be loved by you?"

Cole's clear and lucid face revealed a rare miserable smile. This was the first time this invincible and carefree Doomsday Young Master knew what bitterness tasted like.

"But I really love you, Angeline. Knowing that I'll be punished severely by Doomsday if I don’t take your life and complete the mission, I still chose to get myself hurt rather than to hurt you."

Cole's body shuddered. It was only then did Carson, who was standing not far away, realized that something was amiss. He rushed over with a pale look on his face. "Young Master."

Carson clenched his fist and activated all the weapons on his wrist, aiming them straight at Angeline.

However, Cole raised his trembling hand at him and roared. "Step back."

Carson stepped back with great reluctance.

Due to a lack of endurance, Angeline's hand, which was holding onto the cold blade, gradually lost strength.

Cole pulled out the cold blade that had pierced his heart and a spurt of blood gurgled out. He applied pressure to the wound with one hand, his breath becoming weaker and weaker as he spoke, "Looks like what you and I share is an evil fate, Angeline."