The Lucky Wife novel Chapter 698

Angeline was speechless, “...”

She flopped onto Josie’s shoulder and sobbed.

Josie turned to berate both Zetty and Robbie, “What do you two think you’re saying, you little rascals? She’s your–”

“Josephine Ares.” A menacing tone sounded from behind.

A classic black Rolls-Royce stopped beside Josephine and Angeline.

Angeline felt her heart thump wildly in her chest at the familiar voice. Turning around, she stared dazedly at the dignified man in the passenger seat who had frost oozing from the space between his brows.

“Jaybie…” A layer of tears overlapped Angeline’s eyes, her tone heart-clenching.

Jay lifted his gaze to look at her, his eyes cold and indifferent.

Storm alighted the driver’s seat and rushed toward the passenger’s. Placing the ramp down, Jay wheeled his chair out slowly off the car.

Paying Angeline no mind, he made a beeline for the carved gates. The system recognized his face and the gates opened.

Jay entered the house.

After getting ignored by him, Angeline was rooted blankly in place. Should she leave or should she follow after him?

Josephine decided for her and she was tugged toward the doors before she knew it.

Seeing that the gates were about to close, Jenson fled toward its railway to stop the gates.

Just like that, Josephine and Angeline entered Diary Of A Garden as well.

Jay felt his heart shatter into a million pieces as if it was hit by a nuclear bomb. The pain caused him to clutch hard on the wheelchair’s armrests.

Of all the things to turn to, the pain decided to become ruthlessness. His exquisite features twisted in anger as he stared at Angeline’s sunken cheeks. He forced himself to imagine her to be another one of the Ares family’s dirty secrets.

“No, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have loved you the past half of my life. Let me go, Angeline Severe. Please.”

Angeline felt her world spin as she gripped Jay’s hand on instinct.

Her hands were ice-cold as she shivered and trembled. “No. Please, Jaybie…”

Jay removed her hand, finger by finger, before finally pushing her away.

It was an act that took every ounce of strength he had accumulated over the years of his life.