Sir Ares, Goodnight

Back at the house, after Jay placed the four grocery bags away, he took out the fingerprint lock, found a toolbox, and deftly dismantled the brass lock on the door. Rose was shocked beyond belief and quickly stopped him. "This is Sean's house, Sir Ares. Can you not wreck it without his permission?"

Jay's hands did not stop moving. "Brass locks aren't a s secure as fingerprint locks," he said candidly.

"Why aren't brass locks secure?" Rose was baffled.

Jay stared at her and spat out a few words. "It's not the lock, it's the landlord."

Rose laughed.

She thought that he was worried about the safety of the children. "Well then, have you ever seen a human trafficker as gentlemanly and rich as Mr. Bell?"

Jay threw the tool in his hand on the floor and glared a t her unhappily. "Then, have you seen a human trafficker as handsome and rich as me?"

'Um...

'Does he still remember that I asked the kids to call him a human trafficker?'

Jay glared at Rose's embarrassed face and said, "Sean i

gentlemanly. His charming looks are only superficial. You ought

the more he spoke. "Are you afraid that

embarrassment after she said that. Perhaps she had misinterpreted what

and handed it to her. "Read it to

you know

the lock for your safety, can't you at least

"Sure, whatever," Rose said.

was worried

the manual while he wordlessly continued to install

her head to look but saw that he had finished installing the lock. He was looking at her with a wretched gentleness in his gaze. Rose felt as though she was jolted by electricity. She felt

know how to install the lock without

did you ask me to

have a Swallow City accent?" Jay asked with a smile. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt

to what I'm

smiled pleasantly. He was listening to

words carried the unique lilt

up the brass lock from the floor and carelessly tossed it into the garbage

be so wasteful! That brass