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

Five years later.

the capital city's

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

mostly obscured, giving her

her were two

were rather taller than their

red jersey with embroidered wings

his feet was moving

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

likened to princes

they garnered a fair amount of attention and compliments from people walking

what beautiful children! Are

have to

for photos when people requested them. The

Robert, the

the

no longer keep her cool. As she walked further in front, she turned

reprimand them.

time and time again 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 children

had chosen her peculiar dress-code as she was worried

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,

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

sighed resignedly and

adult as he

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

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

domestic security is not good enough. There are human traffickers

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

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