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

a wolf in sheep's clothing, yet you think that he is gentlemanly. His charming looks are only superficial. You ought to be

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

she said that. Perhaps she had

and handed it

you

lock for your safety, can't you at

"Sure, whatever," Rose said.

she was secretly pleased. Jay was worried about her safety. Did hell

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

few pages, she lifted her head to look but saw that he had finished installing the lock. He was looking

know how to install the

did you ask me to read the

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to what I'm telling you, or

was listening to her

words

up the brass lock from the floor and

Sir Ares, but you shouldn't be so wasteful! That brass lock is still new,