Sir Ares, Goodnight

After the outburst with the grand old master, Jay no longer found Tourmaline Estate worth staying at. He returned to Garden Of A Diary with his three children in tow. That night, he locked himself away drawing in the study.

The next morning, Storm found him asleep in the wheelchair as he called the other to eat.

The ground around Jay was covered with artworks, each a portrait of Angeline Severe.

Storm picked them up and placed them gently on the study table.

The children took breakfast to stare inquisitively at their daddy.

They felt that their daddy had for some reason reverted to his icy indifference.

"Where's Miss care worker, Daddy?" Baby Robbie asked curiously.

"She's been fired. She won't be coming back again," Jay replied calmly.

Jenson's hands paused mid-cut, and the corners of his eyes reddened slightly. "Where is she, Daddy?" "I don't know," Jay replied.

Jenson flung the knife and fork in his hands away. "I'm full."

Understanding that Jenson was throwing a tantrum, Jay paid him no heed.

he placed his bowl and chopsticks

good and listen to

that, Jay quickly left

sped

pinched the bridge of his nose to relieve the ache in his head, feeling mentally and

already far from his capability. Not to mention the kids... They needed a

doors. She must have seen Jay's

harden his heart enough to reject her. Her continuous provocations would surely have him

Jay refused to throw all his hard

a turn to leave, only to have Angeline running toward them without

break was the only thing keeping Angeline from

death wish?" Jay scolded with a tightened jaw as he felt

in front of the car and stared

decided to alight the car and explain clearly to

'Why is she so

an impasse and

drifted in

ago. I heard people say both she and Master Ares used to be childhood lovers. What

were the right people at the wrong time. It must be fate. It would be pointless to force anything." Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt