Sir Ares, Goodnight

Jay was forced to shift his gaze to the portrait...

Apart from her skillful brushwork, there was not one single merit in her portrait sketch. When viewed separately, the person's facial features were that of God's masterpiece, though when they were put together the result could be said to be that of a scene of a car accident.

This certainly did not reflect Angeline's standard.

Jay shook his head, pushing back all the complicated thoughts in his mind.

How absurd. How could a rough and shameless woman like Rose be the perfect and beautiful Angeline whom he had taught?

Even professional art students would feel a deep sense of shame when they laid eyes on Angeline's artwork.

Taking a second look at Rose's portrait now, it was as if she was trying to draw a flying eagle with its wings outstretched but ended up handing in a drawing of a chick pecking rice instead.

Jay figured that he must have hit his head or gone blind, or maybe he just missed Angeline too much. Maybe that was why he had such a bizarre and absurd illusion.

"Just go!" Jay's head was a mess. He needed to calm down.

Rose made a break for it as though she was given a general pardon.

and said in high spirits, "Jay, your little munchkins

stuck the portrait in his hand into Josephine's face and said, "If I'm not mistaken, I think this person

frenemies. When I had a crush on Zayne a few years back, she encouraged me to pursue Zayne but ended u p french kissing him after

story. He cut her off straight away. "She sent Rose to Sean's room today. This is one scheming woman right here. It's best if you stay

God.

unhurried tone, "She has never been better. Gave Sean a beating

immediately expressed her extreme admiration

the portrait from the ground and pouted. "This

that's why you must get yourself a beautiful girlfriend

at Josephine. "Don't be a bad influence on the

"I'm not saying that the person in the portrait is ugly. I was referring to

god-sent opportunity to sow dissension between both mother and son. Making no attempts to hide anything, he said, "Your mother

Robbie's glazed eyes widened as he cried out in disbelief, "Since when

she was drawing flashed across Jay's mind. He could not help but frown.

is Mommy very good at drawing?" Jay grew

proud look on his face, "Of course. Mommy's paintings can sell for a

the 'chick pecking rice' portrait in his hand could not even qualify for an entry-level standard portrait... It seemed like Rose