Sir Ares, Goodnight

Chapter 181

Angeline had an untainted aura. Her eyes and brows carried the bliss of a girl who was cherished since childhood. There was also the arrogant, confident, and extraordinary aura that emanated from her very being as a scholar-tyrant.

Whether it was the special combination of strength and gentleness that was etched deep in her core or her exceptional and pure otherworldly aura, she was simply too outstanding.

Rose, on the other hand, wore attire with vibrant colors that were pieced together. She looked devastated with tears streaming down her face. She clearly had beautiful features and an alluring body, but every advantage portrayed on her just seemed like a reckless waste of God's creation.

She had succeeded in concealing her superior qualities and highlighting the unrefined side of herself as a country bumpkin.

Seven years ago, Angeline and Rose were total opposites.

A great astonishment manifested on Jay’s handsome face. Why, after seven years, did Rose reflect so many vivid shadows that belonged to Angeline?

Just as he slipped into a reverie, the honking sound of a car rang out.

When Jay zoned back in from his distraction, he saw Angeline's car tipping over, smashing into the railing and rolling down the cliff. Rose, however, was nowhere to be seen.

"Rewind, Grayson!" Jay stared at the huge screen with great concentration.

Grayson dragged the clip back to the section where Angeline's car broke down and punched the play button.

At this moment, Angeline's red car began shaking violently. The tire underneath the driver's seat started emitting smoke. Sitting in the driver's seat, Angeline tried to roll down her window to get out, but it would not budge. Angeline kept hitting the window in panic. Helplessness and despair crept up her originally calm face. C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

She pulled out her mobile phone. There was no way of telling who she was calling, nor was it clear if the call went through, but Jay knew from the way her mouth moved that she was calling out 'Jay'.

After experiencing a brief period of panic and helplessness, the car suddenly rolled over and crashed into the railing next to it. At that very moment, Rose just so happened to be walking toward the front flank of the red car.

When Angeline's car rolled down the cliff, Rose was already nowhere to be seen.

The clip continued to play, but Jay's brain had already stopped working.

His eyes, which were densely covered with frost all year round, suddenly melted as crystal-clear tears flowed out of them.

Today, he watched the scenes that he had not been brave enough to watch in the last few years and realized how desperate and helpless Angeline felt in the moments leading up to her death. She had been screaming his name continuously at that time, hoping so badly to hear his voice again in the final moments o f her life. That day, he was having a very important meeting in the meeting room, hence his mobile phone was switched off.

When he switched on his phone again after the meeting and received 13 missed calls from her, he felt inexplicably anxious and frightened.

He recalled the famous painting ‘The Last Supper', where Jesus was brutally murdered after having a meal with his 12 disciples. The number 13 was an ominous number for both him and Angeline.

He remembered how his hand started to tremble when he held the phone as he returned Angeline's call anxiously. Unfortunately, the operator on the other end said, "The number you have dialed is not in service."

At that very moment, everything went dark and he nearly knelt to the ground. 2

In no time at all, the devastating news about

Angeline's accident was confirmed. He, however, had failed to shed a single tear. He sat in the bar and drank himself into a stupor. He was later sent to the intensive care unit for alcohol intolerance. When he was discharged from the hospital three days later, Angeline's funeral procession was already over.

Every time he was reminded of Angeline, the agony would wash over him. He was not usually a man who liked to express his emotions. There were many women turning circles around him, but not once did h e spare them a glance.