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

think that he is gentlemanly. His charming looks are only superficial. You ought to be wary of him

spoke. "Are you afraid that he'll do something untoward

after she said that. Perhaps she had misinterpreted what he

from the floor and

you know

know that I'm changing the lock for your

"Sure, whatever," Rose said.

pleased. Jay was worried about her safety. Did hell freeze

read the contents of the manual while he wordlessly continued to install the

the last few pages, she lifted her head to look but saw that he had finished installing the lock. He was looking at her with a wretched gentleness

install the

you ask me to read

do you have a Swallow City accent?" Jay asked with a smile. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ

at him. "Are you listening to what I'm telling you, or are you listening

was

was clear, and certain words carried the unique lilt

the brass lock from the floor and carelessly

was angry. "I know that you're rich, Sir Ares, but you shouldn't be so wasteful! That brass