Sir Ares, Goodnight

Zayne looked at the forlorn expression on Josephine's face and made a firm decision instantly. "We won't leave, then. We'll stay and ask Brother Jay to cook some amazing food for you mothers so you can both get enough nourishment for your bodies."

Zayne's voice was so loud that even Angeline and Jay could hear everything he said. Angeline raised her eyelids to look at Jay. Jay's slim face was as sharp and as intimidating as a knife, but at the same time he looked so infinitely charming.

A hint of wisdom flashed across Angelina's eyes, and she whispered to Jay, "You must have been really exhausted lately, Jaybie. Since Zayne is here, you can leave the house chores to him."

The somberness that Zayne gave Jay earlier had dissipated completely. Knowing that Angeline could not bear to see him suffer had made him realize just how much Angeline loved him, and this cheered him u p greatly.

"Can you get used to eating the food he cooks?" This was the only thing that Jay was worried about.

"You can teach him," Angeline said cunningly.

Jay's face broke into a smile. "Okay."

sneaky? What are they plotting at?" Zayne

Brother, we will leave all the housework to

hands down and looked her up and down repeatedly. "Stand straight. Look who you're siding with! I'm pretty sure you

crept

that I'm willing to hand the house chores over to you to help you gain some experience. Josephine is pregnant with a child in her belly, do you think you can stay idle forever? Listen up, when the child is born, you'll have

roared, "Don't use such high-sounding words with me. You're just trying to betray me and side

then this will all translate into your tears in the future. If he doesn't know how to do anything at all, then do you know what your life will be like in

"What?"

from the internet, "Your hair will be as messy as a bird's nest; your face will look like you've been to a battle; you will eat like you're charging forward in a war; use the toilet with your ears perked up like a radar; your hair will fall out like a crime scene; you will have afternoon naps like you're celebrating New Year's; your IQ will drop; your high heels will turn into decor; your wardrobe full of clothes will no longer fit you like they were never yours; the child's

an unattractive wife. She looked extremely reluctant at the idea. "Why don't you learn how

at Angeline. "Now aren't you something? You've proven yourself to be my

Angeline burst into laughter.

Zayne with a