Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)

The Rolls-Royce was parked right by the door. When Rose stretched her hand out to open the door, Jay, who was rarely gallant, had extended his arms as well. Then, the two's hands fell on the handlebar simultaneously.

Rose immediately retracted her hand and looked at Jay as she trembled.

'Is he trying to open the door for me?'

She denied the notion right after. This fellow was someone out of touch with reality and was a business tycoon. 'Why would he open the car door for a nonentity?'

Jay saw how defensive she got and felt somewhat frustrated.

He had stood by the door for a long time, but Rose merely stared at him blankly. She was afraid to get inside the car without his permission.

Jay's hand was stuck on the handle for quite some time before he spat, "Get in." His deep voice was blended with a hint of exasperation. Rose was dumbfounded once more.

'So he really wants to open the door for me? What's up with the sudden sense of chivalry?'

She scooted herself into the car, and Jay closed the

door for her. Then, he walked to the other side and got in as well.

Rose was utterly baffled.

'He's choosing to sit in the back seat with me?'

The luxurious Rolls-Royce's interior space was truly wider than other cars, but Rose still felt like it was narrow enough to suffocate her.

She was so nervous that she bent her whole body into the shape of a bow.

Jay squinted his eyes and looked at her from up close. She was wearing Milan HY's haute couture gown, which not only looked compelling but also grand on her. She was so beautiful that he was slightly going off his head.

Then, he thought about how she was dressed up so exquisitely yet was about to be Sean's dance partner instead. It felt like he was handing her to Sean on a plate. "What benefits are you getting for being Sean's dance partner?" he asked somewhat casually.

Rose replied, "We're friends. So I'm helping him out as a friendly favor. It has nothing to do with money."

Jay nodded at her answer as he pondered about the success rate of his scheme.

"I'll give you money. You can be my dance partner

instead."

Rose was stupefied at this. If Jay were to open his mouth and shouted that he had no partner, the ladies would swarm toward him like bees considering his fame! "You don't have a partner?" Rose asked him dubiously.

Jay frowned at her question. 'Is she looking down on my charisma?'

"I couldn't find one on time." He muddled through.

Rose then replied, "I've promised Sean, so I can't take my words back."

Jay's icy gaze was emitting hail at this point. "The only thing you need to do is save me a dance."

Rose gave it thought. 'The request doesn't seem to be too overwhelming!'

"Okay," she replied somewhat reluctantly.

Jay's clenched fist was placed softly on the seat, yet a deep pit was forming.

"You're unwilling?"

Rose glanced at the dress she was wearing. If she were not feeling so wrong after hankering after a petty advantage, she would have rejected it from the start. 'Only the gods will know how nervous I am to dance with him.' "I wouldn't dare to oppose," she retorted.

Grayson, who was driving in front, could feel the coldness emitting out of dear Mr. Ares.

He secretly sped up and was instantly relieved when they reached the compound of the Bell's mansion.

Jay did not get out of the car immediately but merely looked at Rose with ulterior motives. He uttered the words, "Pay close attention to your image."

Rose felt her blood boil. "What are you trying to say?"

Jay leaned forward, merely leaving an inch between them. He opened his mouth and the moisture coming out of it was sprinkled on her face.

"I'm not interested in seeing the image of a man and a woman together alone in a room like last time."

Rose pushed him away in a fury. Then, she turned to open the door and jumped out of the car.