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.

worth of passionate love was unable to penetrate his heart, why should she keep

Five years later.

capital

was wearing a baseball

was mostly obscured, giving her a rather

were two

rather taller

embroidered wings on the shoulders, paired with black

scooter under his feet was moving

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

kids could be likened to princes and princesses from

garnered a fair amount of attention and compliments from people walking

what beautiful children! Are they child

of genes must the parents have to give birth

people requested them. The passersby loved their charming photoshoots as well as their cheerful behavior

the older

Rozette, the

she could no longer keep her cool. As she walked

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?"

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

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

to see her daughter and grandchildren one final time. If it were not for that, Rose would never have risked returning to the familiar city. Rose said dismissively, "What do

her twins had taken off their sunglasses, Rose snapped

sighed resignedly and

a tiny adult as he puffed up. "At least

relief when she saw that their sunglasses were back on

they linked hands and walked

Rose gave her kids a lecture. "Our domestic security is not good enough. There are human traffickers everywhere, so you two had better not

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

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