Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 16

"Children shouldn't swear," Rose reprimanded Jenson reproachfully.

Jenson glared at her and stormed upstairs, locking his room door behind him.

Rose stared at the shut door and let out a sad sigh.

'What should I do with Jenson?’

He was the child whom she owed the most.

She did not know how to even begin to make up for the maternal love he had been denied for so many years.

She glanced at the clock and realized that it was getting late.

Rose went to the kitchen and decided to whip up a hearty lunch for Jenson.

The refrigerator was filled with various ingredients but Rose had no clue as to what Jenson would like. At that moment, she had never felt more sorry for Jenson —she had failed as his mother.

In the end, she made a few dishes that Baby Robbie would have liked. 'Since Baby Robbie and Jenson have the same genes, they probably have the same taste buds!' she thought hopefully.

Rose prepared a savory meal consisting of sweet and

sour pork ribs, red braised beef, a plate of "Ants climbing a tree", some sweet potato noodles with pork belly, and a seaweed egg drop soup.

Those dishes were typically made in humble homes.

Naturally, a wealthy tycoon household such as the Ares Family would rarely have this sort of meal served to them.

Just as Rose was done preparing the food, Jay returned.

When he noted the aromatic and delicious-looking dishes on the table, Jay was a little surprised.

He had always known Rose to be a terrible cook, judging on his memories when they were married, at least.

'When did her cooking skills get this good?

'Perhaps this is a food delivery?'

"Sir Ares, why are you back?" Rose asked, puzzled.

'Wouldn't a big president like Jay usually be busy with tons of state affairs every day? Going home at noon doesn't seem efficient. Did he come back just to supervise me?'

"Did you order out for Jenson?" Jay's handsome face stiffened with anger.

Without waiting for Rose to answer, he growled, "My Jenson doesn’t eat outside food."

Rose explained indignantly, "I made this myself!"

Jay was slightly taken aback but a gloating grin appeared on his face. "Jenson doesn't eat meals made by strangers." He deliberately emphasized the word " strangers”. Deflated, Rose bowed her head sadly.

However, Rose snapped to attention a second later-she realized that Jay must have returned to cook for Jenson!

She felt rather touched; the almighty Jay still had to bow down and serve his son.

Rose's pleading gaze fell onto Jay's face and she implored, "Please, Sir Ares, don't tell him that these dishes were made by me.”

Jay scoffed. "Do you honestly think that your food qualifies to pass off as mine?”

Rose bit her lip. "If you let Jenson try the food I made, I... won't eat lunch today."

Jay nodded with some satisfaction and called out, " Jenson, come down to eat."

It took a long time for Jenson to open the door and slouch downstairs.

As he stood by the stairs, he saw the strange dishes and speculated that those dishes were not Daddy's masterpieces. Then, he spat scornfully, "I won't eat this."

Jay said tartly, "I ordered this meal for you, so at least eat a little of it. Daddy was really busy today and didn't have time to cook for you."