Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 2

Jay Ares received an unexpected gift. A newborn baby.

As he looked at swaddled infant clamoring for food, a thick layer of frost seemed to cover Jay's handsome face.

"Where’s the child's mother?" he asked through gritted teeth, his eyes flashing dangerously.

How dare that woman take his seed and shun the responsibility of taking care of the child?

"My apologies, sir," replied the courier. "The child's mother has died in the hospital, from dystocia.".

Jay tensed up and fell silent. He took a long time processing it, the flame in his eyes mixed with a hint o f doubt. "Dead?"

The person nodded grimly, took out his phone, and showed Jay the portrait of the deceased Rose.

"Mr. Ares, this is Rose's memorial portrait that we took of her. I can send it to you if you like—"

Jay's eyes scanned the phone screen rapidly. The woman in the photo was bloated and her swollen face was as pale as a ghost. Her protuberant eyes were opened wide, staring right across the screen.

Who could this be if not Rose?

When Jay, who had OLD, saw Rose's dead image, all sympathy and mercy inside him vanished.

"No! Tell me, where is she buried?"

"No. 674 in Mountain's Fork Cemetery."

Jay clutched the child and hurried back into the house.

In a nearby spot, Rose watched from the window of her brown car as Jay’s tall figure retreated into the house. There was a sour look in her eyes.

Even the news of her death did not disrupt his calm expression.

Perhaps she was only able to trick him so easily because he did not love her at all.

Her yearning for the man may have finally fizzled out, forever.

If two lifetimes' worth of passionate love was unable t o penetrate his heart, why should she keep trying?

Five years later.

Outside the capital city's airport.

Rose pushed her suitcase in front of her. She was wearing a baseball cap, a pair of giant sunglasses, and a dark mask.

Her palm-sized face was mostly obscured, giving her a rather comical look.

Behind her were two beautiful kids.

The five-year-olds were rather taller than their sameage peers.

The boy wore a red jersey with embroidered wings on the shoulders, paired with black slacks and black

Nike shoes. The scooter under his feet was moving harmoniously with his body.

The girl next to him fashioned a pair of pigtails. She wore a pink princess dress, and her face was as smooth and pale as an elf from a fantasy story.

The kids could be likened to princes and princesses from an anime.

As they walked, they garnered a fair amount of attention and compliments from people walking by.

"Wow, what beautiful children! Are they child stars?"

"What sort of genes must the parents have to give birth to such beautiful kids?"

Robert and Rozette seemed accustomed to such scenes; they even posed for photos when people requested them. The passersby loved their charming photoshoots as well as their cheerful behavior as they interacted with others.

"I'm Robert, the older brother."

"I'm Rozette, the younger sister."

When Rose heard the twins handing out introductions yet again, she could no longer keep her cool. As she walked further in front, she turned around to