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.

two lifetimes' worth of passionate love was unable to penetrate his heart, why should

Five years later.

capital

suitcase in front of her. She was wearing a baseball cap, a

palm-sized face was mostly obscured, giving her

were two

were rather taller than their

jersey with embroidered wings on the shoulders, paired with

feet was moving harmoniously

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

be likened to princes and princesses from an

they garnered a fair amount of attention and

what beautiful children! Are they child

of genes must the parents have to give birth to such beautiful

Rozette seemed accustomed to such scenes; they even posed for photos when people requested them. The passersby loved their charming photoshoots

Robert, the older

Rozette, the younger

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

reprimand them.

want to get abducted? Why would you give your names to strangers? Would it kill you if they don't know your names?" The two children

peculiar dress-code as she was worried

all, she had hoodwinked him five years ago and even faked her death. If she were to suddenly appear alive in

that, Rose would never

taken off their sunglasses, Rose snapped at them sternly, "Put on your

resignedly

looked like a tiny adult as he puffed up.

with relief when she saw that their sunglasses were back on and

of sunglasses, they linked hands and walked side by

enough. There are human traffickers everywhere, so you two

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

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