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.

bowl and chopsticks down and opted to

good and listen to your

quickly left

sped on

relieve the ache in his

suppress his longing for her, something that was already far from his capability. Not to mention the kids... They needed a mother. The Rolls-Royce arrived at Grand Asia, and

Angeline stood quietly at the doors. She must have seen Jay's

his heart enough to reject her. Her continuous provocations

throw all his hard work

to leave, only to have Angeline running

was the only thing keeping Angeline

have a death wish?" Jay scolded with a tightened jaw

stood in front of the car and stared

to stop unless Jay decided to alight the car and

'Why is she so

at an impasse and passersby began to surround

criticisms drifted

she and Master Ares used to be childhood lovers. What a shame that Master Ares married the illegitimate child of the Loyle family while she

right people at the wrong time. It must be fate. It would be pointless to force anything."