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.

and chopsticks

today. Be good and listen to your teacher at home,

Jay quickly left

Rolls-Royce sped on

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

for Angeline, he would do his best to suppress his longing for her, something that was already far from his capability. Not to

at the doors. She must have seen Jay's car, for she began

taken a lot to harden his heart enough to reject her. Her continuous provocations would surely have him breaking

throw all his

to have

his emergency break was the only thing

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

stood in front of the car and stared

to

is

impasse and passersby began

drifted

used to be childhood lovers. What a shame that Master Ares married the illegitimate child of the Loyle family while she was missing. Miss Severe must be angry, so she must be trying to pursue

fate. It would be pointless to force anything." Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt