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.

two lifetimes' worth of passionate love was unable to penetrate his heart,

Five years later.

the capital

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

obscured, giving her a rather comical

her were two beautiful

taller

jersey with embroidered wings

under his feet was moving harmoniously

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

could be likened to

amount of attention and compliments from people walking

children! Are they

genes must the parents have to give

people requested them. The passersby loved their charming photoshoots

the

Rozette, the

she could no longer keep her cool. As she walked further

reprimand them.

Zetty! 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

had chosen her peculiar

even faked her death. If she were to

Rose would never have risked returning to the familiar city. Rose said dismissively, "What

off their sunglasses, Rose snapped at them

kids sighed resignedly and

a tiny adult

relief when she saw that their sunglasses

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

good enough. There are human traffickers everywhere, so you two had better not

the familiar tall, slender figure

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