Sir Ares, Goodnight

Chapter 2

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.

passionate love was unable to penetrate his heart,

Five years later.

the capital city's

a baseball cap, a pair of giant sunglasses,

palm-sized face was mostly obscured, giving her a rather comical

her were two beautiful

were rather taller than their sameage

boy wore a red jersey with embroidered wings on

his feet was moving harmoniously with

next to him fashioned a pair of pigtails. She wore a pink princess dress, and her face was as smooth and pale as an elf from

be likened to princes and

a fair amount of attention and compliments from people

what beautiful children! Are they child

sort of genes must the parents have

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

Robert, the

the younger

yet again, she could no longer keep her cool. As she walked further in front, she

reprimand them.

Would it kill you if they don't know your names?" The two children scrambled to catch up to their mother. The big brother looked at his mother's annoyed face and pouted. "Mommy, why do you wrap yourself up like that? Are

little guilty. She had chosen her peculiar dress-code as she was worried

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

final time. If it were not for that, Rose would never have risked returning to the familiar city. Rose said dismissively, "What do you know? This is called fashion.

taken off their sunglasses, Rose snapped at

two kids sighed resignedly and put on

Robbie, looked like a tiny adult as he puffed up. "At least Mommy thinks

sunglasses were back on and covering

the same type of sunglasses, they linked hands and walked side by side out of the

kids a lecture. "Our domestic security is not good enough. There are human traffickers

approaching Rose. Seeing the familiar tall, slender figure

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