Sir Ares, Goodnight

Jay picked Rose up and threw her roughly under the desk. He pulled off his azure tie and bound her hands with it to the leg of the table.

He then snatched up a rag from the table and stuffed it into Rose's mouth.

All Rose could do was continuously lash out at Jay with her two free legs.

Unfortunately, her struggles were futile in the face of the vast difference between their strengths.

With his prey immobilized in his net, Jay grinned. "Rose, you can be honest with me." He ruthlessly aimed a kick at Rose's short flailing legs.

Temporarily satisfied, he then casually whipped out his cell phone and called his baby boy.

Rose was left with her hair in a mess, her clothes torn, and her initially snow-white legs covered with bruises.

She stared at Jay indignantly and gave out muffled whines from her gagged mouth. She was, however, not crying or anything of the sort.

Her inaudible screams were, in fact, a string of obscenities aimed at Jay, cursing that he would get hit by a car if he was on the road, that he would be swallowed by a tsunami if he went to sea, and that he would run into a tornado if he boarded a plane.

Suddenly, a tiny and composed child's voice resonated from Jay's cell phone.

"Daddy!"

Rose instantly fell silent.

Her bloodshot eyes were locked onto Jay's cell phone.

Jay spared Rose a contemptuous look. His shirt was hanging loose after he removed his tie, baring his sexy neck.

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the night five years

face soured and he glared at

disturb me. I'm busy." Jenson said coolly

up, Jay, who knew his son very well, said casually, "Make

those final words, the phone gave a

turned darker than Rao

Jenson would dare to hang up on a call from Jay Ares. Honestly,

clock on the wall chimed

punctually to cook for his son. In fact, it had been going on for the entirety of five years. Jenson had many

any meals prepared

was simple. Other people's

asked him what he felt a dish was lacking, he would roll his eyes and say, "The

Jay had to rush home one hour before noon. In case of the occasional business trip, he would prepare his son's meals and store them in the

used to think that teaching Jenson how to cook would solve the problem. Jenson was a natural prodigy with an impressive IQ, but he seemed to have an

but the dishes

so bad that even

eat them.

the father and son, Jenson grudgingly compromised and agreed to also accept the meals cooked by

after such an arrogant and abnormal son, Jay

the table and the

not for this accursed woman, his life would have been

annoyances in his life were to be expected and dealt with. "Rose." He took a few steps and squatted down beside

the unmistakable malevolence in his eyes and her

you better pray that your Little Lover will hurry up and save you sorry a*s. If you're still here when I return,

short as

got up, grabbed his car keys from the

instructing his bodyguards outside the door. "You all can leave your post now. No one can unlock the fingerprint