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

Five years later.

capital city's

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

was mostly obscured, giving her

were

were rather taller than their

with embroidered wings on the shoulders, paired with black slacks and

feet was moving harmoniously

dress, and her face was as smooth

kids could be likened to princes and princesses from

a fair amount of attention and

children!

of genes must the parents have to give

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

Robert, the older

Rozette, the

introductions yet again, she could no longer keep her cool.

reprimand them.

about human traffickers! Do you 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

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

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

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 you know? This is called fashion.

twins had taken off their sunglasses, Rose snapped at them sternly, "Put

kids sighed resignedly and put on their

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

that their sunglasses

of sunglasses, they linked hands and

not good enough. There

directly approaching Rose. Seeing the familiar tall,

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