Sir Ares, Goodnight

Chapter 2

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.

lifetimes' worth of passionate love was unable

Five years later.

the capital

her. She was wearing a baseball cap, a pair

mostly obscured, giving her a rather comical

were two beautiful

five-year-olds were rather taller than their sameage

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

scooter under his feet was

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

kids could be likened to princes and princesses from

walked, they garnered a fair amount of attention and compliments from people

what beautiful children!

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

for photos when people requested them. The passersby loved

the

Rozette, the

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

reprimand them.

I've told you 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 scrambled to catch up to their mother. The big brother looked at his mother's annoyed face and pouted. "Mommy, why do you

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

If she were to suddenly appear alive in front of him, he would probably kill her with his own

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. It's the

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

resignedly and put on

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

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

type of sunglasses, they linked

she walked, Rose gave her kids a lecture. "Our domestic security is not good enough. There are human traffickers everywhere, so

familiar tall, slender figure caught

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