Sir Ares, Goodnight

Chapter 169

Jay held Rose's hand and walked toward the center of the dance floor.

The previously noisy hall place suddenly quieted down. Everyone’s attention was at the center of the dance floor.

Rose was like a puppet being manipulated as she trembled and looked at Jay. When the music started, she was still a little shocked and stood unmoving.

Jay frowned. He rudely took her into his arms and placed his lips next to her ears. He threatened in a low voice, "Rose, it’s fine if you want to embarrass yourself, but don’t bring me down with you."

Rose snapped out of it quickly. He was a public figure. Every move and word he said was under the microscope of the public. If they embarrassed themselves, he might appear in the news for days.

For a man like him who had never lost a day in his life, would it not cost millions for him to lose face?

Rose tried to focus. With the familiar music and familiar dance partner, she was able to put herself quickly into the right state of mind.

Jay did not expect her to partner well with him. After all, the waltz was no ordinary ballroom dance. One had to pay great attention to the melody. Only two people with perfect and consistent rhythm could

move concurrently, stepping at the right spot while exuding a romantic and aesthetically-pleasing dance.

Out of his expectations, Rose danced the waltz as if they had done it a million times with her reacting quickly to every change of his movements.

Jay's eyes were filled with doubts as he lowered his eyes to scan her face only to find that she was cleverly turning her face away from him to avoid looking him i n his eyes. 1

Jay suddenly squeezed her hand tightly, and Rose almost screamed out in pain. She looked up at him suddenly and heard Jay's dissatisfied voice, "Rose. What’s wrong with my face? Look at me."

Rose looked at Jay's fiery eyes. She said awkwardly," Sir Ares, I'll lose focus if you do this to me." ‘Don't come at me when you’re the one getting embarrassed.’

Despite her saying that, it did not show in her dancing.

Jay was taken aback. Her light dance steps occasionally exuded an unyielding force. When she danced, she looked a lot like someone-Angeline Severe.

"Who taught you this dance?" Jay asked suspiciously.

Rose looked into his eyes, and they were like a sea of stars-always so vast and secluded. She could never guess what he was thinking.

She courageously said, "My first love, who was my boyfriend. He did this dance especially well.

"For me to be able to dance with him, I had to learn this dance seriously."

Jay said with contempt, "Your puppy love?" He remembered that she was in her early twenties when she got married to him. 1

Rose nodded. "He was outstanding. I couldn't help falling in love with him. I don’t think I’ve ever stopped."

"Wipe that infatuated look off your face, Rose. You're the most hopeless romantic I've ever seen," Jay said with contempt.

In an instant, Rose’s calm and clear eyes lit up in flames. "Sir Ares, can you guarantee that you’ll only ever love one person, marry that one person, and only have children with that one person for the rest of your life? If you, the omnipotent Sir Ares, cannot do it, don't mock little me who have been ruthlessly teased by fate."

Jay thought for a while. The girl he liked was Angeline, but he had children with Rose. In the future, he might have to find the most suitable mother for the children. It seemed that he himself had not been successful in having one long relationship.

However, he did not intend to tangle himself up with many women on purpose.

What about Rose? Was he really in the same boat as her, teased by fate?

"Tell me, how were you teased mercilessly by fate?" he asked suddenly with interest.

Rose bluffed, "That’s private."

Jay's eyes froze into icicles. He was just about to insult her when the waltz ended, and everyone around them cheered loudly. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Before Jay had the chance to come for Rose for rejecting him, she let go of his hands as if he was a deadly, untouchable, thousand-year-old virus.