Sir Ares, Goodnight

Chapter 18

In the evening, Jay returned. Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Rose sat on the sofa with her swollen face and greenish nose while she held a book of poems in her hands. There was thick gauze wrapped around her right hand. She stared bitterly at Jay.

"It seems you've given it a lot of thought when you asked me to clean the pottery in the bottom cabinets," Rose said accusingly.

Jay casually walked over to her, took off the well-cut handmade blazer, removed his black tie, and gazed at the tiny woman on the sofa.

"What's with that look? Are you trying to blackmail m e for money?" The sexy and charming lips just had to spew unpleasant words again.

Rose's complexion was very pale. It seemed like a little knock would easily bruise her.

With Jenson having pulled away from her with such intensity in addition to him hurling toy blocks at her face, one could only imagine how embarrassed she was right now.

Rose stood up immediately, raised her chin, and looked at Jay. She flipped her middle finger, and growled, "Sir Ares, if you want to take revenge on me, feel free. But please at least use your brain when you're doing it. Don't involve innocent children."

Jay's pupils dilated—

He suddenly grabbed her tiny hand; Rose gasped in pain.

Jay pushed her middle finger down and he said in his cold and bossy manner, "I've always wanted to clear out the garbage in the bottom cabinets. But as you know, I have OCD, so please throw them away when you leave." 2

Rose's chest burned with fury, and she raged, "Sure, if that's what you want, but what about Jenson? Have you ever considered his feelings?"

Jay lowered his voice so that only the two of them could hear it. In an equally fierce voice, he hissed, " Did you consider his feelings when you abandoned him?"

Rose slumped her body weakly onto the sofa, Jay's reprimand instantly made her ashamed and embarrassed. At that moment, all she wanted to do was hide under a rock.

"I was wrong." She raised her head and fixed her eyes on him, tears glistening. "If I knew that it would cause him so much pain, I would have never left him here and raised him myself even if I had to beg for a living!"

Jay stared at the woman's pretentious face, and there was disgust in his eyes. "Get out!"

Rose grabbed her handbag from the sofa and ran out i n shame.

Jay let his body plunge into the sofa. Although he got his revenge on Rose, he did not feel even the slightest feeling of happiness when he saw how embarrassed she looked.

Rose was right. In order to take his revenge on her, he involved the innocent Jenson. How could he be happy if he hurt his son?

Jay suddenly realized his all-powerful self had no way to get back at Rose. Jay hurt the mother of his son and, in turn, hurt Jenson.

Jay went to Jenson's room upstairs. When he was just about to knock on Jenson's door, the door suddenly swung open.

Jenson's expression was very calm which surprised Jay a little. In the past, it was hard to calm Jenson down when he went berserk. At times, Jay had to use medicine to calm him down.

"Jenson, if you don't like her, Daddy will tell her not to come tomorrow." Jay patted Jenson's head.

Jenson said flatly, "You decide."

Jay was a little stunned. Jenson did not seem to be as repulsed by Rose as he expected.

'That’s weird. Whenever strangers come to the house, Jenson never liked any of them. There was also an unpleasant incident between them today. Shouldn’t Jenson be utterly disgusted by her?’ "The poems she read were not bad." Jenson suddenly

said.

Jay's handsome face was petrified.

"Are you complimenting her?"

"I'm just stating the facts!"

"Read it for me!" Jay was curious; his son had never taken any interest in literature, yet he suddenly acknowledged the beauty of poetry.

Jenson hesitated.

Although the poetry was very beautiful, he would never read such an emotional poem aloud even if it killed him.

Jay knew how stubborn Jenson was and he would not be able to force him to do anything.

"Fine, forget about it." He went back to his study office.

Even though Rose hurried to the kindergarten, she was still two hours late.

Robbie and Zetty stayed back in the teacher's office and were chatting enthusiastically with their teacher.

"Teacher, why hasn't our mommy come yet? Can you give her a call and remind her that she left her two babies in kindergarten?" Robbie said.

The angelic baby Zetty immediately defended her Mommy. "Robbie, Mommy’s busy at work. Don't worry.

Even though the teachers only met them for the first time, they had already fallen in love with the two baby angels. They were so cute and talkative.

A teacher could not help but tease them, "You two don't look alike, are you guys really twins?"

"Of course. It's because I inherited all of Mommy's good points and Robbie got all of Mommy's bad points. That's why we look different." Zetty repeated what she once heard Mommy said. 1

Robbie immediately refuted his sister's statement. " Nonsense. It’s because one of us looks like Daddy and the other one looks like Mommy."

Zetty pouted, "I don't want to be like Daddy. I want to b e as beautiful as Mommy."

"You can rest assured, your wishes have come true," Robbie mumbled.

The teachers were amused by the kid's cuteness and laughed as they clutched their stomachs.

When Rose finally arrived, a teacher told her reproachfully, "I know you're busy with work, but sending your kids off so early and picking them up this late after school will be bad for their growth. Please take note of that from tomorrow onward."

Rose nodded.

However, she was worried. What should she do tomorrow?

She brought the kids back home with a heavy heart while Robbie and Zetty stood in front of her like the guardian angels.

"Mommy, please tell me the truth. How did you get hurt?" Robbie interrogated Rose with a straight face.

"Mommy's eyes are as red as a rabbit's. Mommy's been crying!" Zetty gasped.

Rose looked at the two cuties that cared so much about her. However, she could not bring herself to tell them how horrible she was feeling.

They loved her because she had devoted herself to love them for the past five years. Their love was mutual.

However, Jenson was not as fortunate.

"Mommy's all right," Rose said cheerfully.

The two children gave her a soft hug. "Mommy, you can do it," they whispered.

That night, Zetty suddenly caught a serious fever.

Rose had to take her daughter to a nearby hospital in the middle of the night for emergency treatment.

The world was vast and strange coincidences were nothing to be surprised at.

The doctor in the emergency department turned out to be her half-sister, Sydney.

Although both Rose and Sydney were daughters of the Loyle Family, they had always been treated differently at home.