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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night

soured and he glared at

disturb me. I'm busy." Jenson said coolly after Jay's prolonged

Jenson was about to hang up, Jay, who knew his son very well, said casually, "Make

words, the phone gave a beep and went

handsome face turned darker

a call from Jay Ares. Honestly, Jay did not quite

as the clock

and prideful Jay Ares had been forced to return home punctually to cook for his son. In fact, it had been going on for the entirety

peculiarly, Jenson never ate any meals prepared by anyone other than his

Other people's food was

was lacking, he would roll his eyes and say, "The taste of my father's love."

noon. In case of the occasional business trip, he would prepare

problem. Jenson was a natural

son countless times but the dishes

that even Jenson himself

eat them.

between the father and son, Jenson grudgingly compromised

after such an arrogant and abnormal son, Jay felt rather

the table and the anger in him started

his life would have been spared of

knew he was no saint-minor annoyances in his life were to be expected and dealt

recognized the unmistakable malevolence in his eyes and

that your Little Lover will hurry up and save you sorry a*s.

was cut short as Jay shoved the rag back

car keys from the pearwood table,

now. No one can unlock the fingerprint lock, anyway. You