Jay Ares received an unexpected gift. A newborn baby.

As he looked at swaddled infant clamoring for food, a thick layer of frost seemed to cover Jay's handsome face.

"Where's the child's mother?" he asked through gritted teeth, his eyes flashing dangerously.

How dare that woman take his seed and shun the responsibility of taking care of the child?

"My apologies, sir," replied the courier. "The child's mother has died in the hospital, from dystocia.".

Jay tensed up and fell silent. He took a long time processing it, the flame in his eyes mixed with a hint of doubt. "Dead?"

The person nodded grimly, took out his phone, and showed Jay the portrait of the deceased Rose.

"Mr. Ares, this is Rose's memorial portrait that we took of her. I can send it to you if you like—"

Jay's eyes scanned the phone screen rapidly. The woman in the photo was bloated and her swollen face was as pale as a ghost. Her protuberant eyes were opened wide, staring right across the screen. Who could this be if not Rose?

When Jay, who had OLD, saw Rose's dead image, all sympathy and mercy inside him vanished.

"No! Tell me, where is she buried?"

"No. 674 in Mountain's Fork Cemetery."

Jay clutched the child and hurried back into the house.

In a nearby spot, Rose watched from the window of her brown car as Jay's tall figure retreated into the house. There was a sour look in her eyes.

Even the news of her death did not disrupt his calm expression.

Perhaps she was only able to trick him so easily because he did not love her at all.

Her yearning for the man may have finally fizzled out, forever.

love was unable to

Five years later.

the capital city's

her suitcase in front of her. She was wearing a baseball cap, a pair of giant sunglasses, and

was mostly obscured,

her were two beautiful

taller

wings on the

feet was moving harmoniously with

of pigtails. She wore a pink princess dress, and her face was as smooth and pale as an

to princes and princesses from an

walked, they garnered a fair amount

children!

of genes must the parents have to give birth

when people requested them. The passersby loved their charming photoshoots as

Robert, the older

Rozette, the younger

the twins handing out introductions yet again, she could no longer keep

reprimand them.

give your names to strangers? Would it kill you if they don't know your names?" The two children scrambled

felt a little guilty. She had chosen her peculiar dress-code

him five years ago and even faked her death. If she were to suddenly appear alive in front of him, he would

one final time. If it were not for that, Rose would never

realized her twins had taken off their sunglasses, Rose

kids sighed resignedly and put on

older brother, baby Robbie, looked like a tiny adult as he puffed

that their sunglasses

her kids wore the same type of sunglasses, they linked hands and walked side by side

domestic security is not good enough. There are human traffickers

directly approaching Rose. Seeing the familiar tall, slender figure caught

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