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

Five years later.

the capital city's

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

mostly obscured, giving her a rather

were two beautiful

taller

wore a red jersey with embroidered wings on the shoulders, paired with black

feet was

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

could be likened to

a fair amount of attention and compliments from people

children! Are they

sort of genes must the parents have to give birth

scenes; they even posed for photos when people requested them. The passersby loved their charming photoshoots as well as their cheerful

the older

Rozette, the

no longer keep her cool. As she walked

reprimand them.

don't know your names?" The two children scrambled to catch up to their mother. The

chosen her peculiar dress-code as she was worried about being recognized

years ago and even faked her death. If she were to suddenly

that, Rose would never have risked returning to the familiar city. Rose said

realized her twins had taken off their sunglasses, Rose snapped at them sternly, "Put on your

kids sighed resignedly

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

sighed with relief when she saw that their sunglasses were back

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

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

familiar tall, slender

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