Sir Ares, Goodnight

Jay looked at that arrogant smug and thought to himself, 'Since you don't want to be a maid, I have my ways to make you unconsciously turn into the Ares family's maid.'

"Next time, I will eat with the children. I'll eat whatever you make and will pay you some money for it. How does 20,000 a month sound like? You can still enjoy your regular weekends and holidays. What do you think?" Jay set out a trap for his prey.

Rose thought about it. 'I have to make food for the kids every day, anyway. It doesn't seem like a hassle to make an extra portion for him either, and I can earn a n extra 20,000. Why not?'

"Deal." Rose happily took Jay's plate away.

A smug success was seen under Jay's eyes.

At night, Jay went to his study to handle a document. When he came out, he found that Jenson and Baby Robbie were not in their rooms.

He looked at his wristwatch to see that it was already their bedtime.

Jay heard a clear voice coming from Rose's room. The expression on his handsome face darkened. Jay was the kind of gifted student who did not need to study too hard yet could still ace in every subject, thus he hated those who wanted to stuff all sorts of

to the children all day and all night. Jay was not pleased

toward Rose and went to her room to check on what was happening. Rose was reciting Yi Shu's prose poem, 'To Oak

ever

scrambling trumpet creepers, showing off

a ceiba near you, standing beside you as

earth tightly; our leaves touching each other in the clouds. With each passing wind, we send our regards to each other, but nobody can understand our language. You have your tough branches made of copper and iron, like falchions,

red flowers, like heavy sighs,

cold waves, the wind, the lighting, and the thunder; We share the fog, the mountains, and the rainbow. As if we are always separated yet accompanying each other for a lifetime." Jay's hand that was raised mid-air stopped. He was attracted

creeper, forever being stuck

moment. In this world, some women would be trumpet creepers and other women would be ceibas. However, there was nobody like Angeline who could be gentle and strong at the same time. Only Angeline could be a woman behind the scene and

the children had fast fallen asleep. Rose carried Jenson and opened the door to see Jay standing outside. He looked

the children would still be rolling in their beds at this time while waiting for the sleeping bug to

carried him back to his