Jay loosened his grip on Rose's chin. He walked into the house as though it was his own house and sat down on the couch. Rose was confused. 'Why is this guy here?' "Jens is hungry," Jay said while looking at her. Rose was at a loss for a reply. "Why don't you cook for him then?" She eventually retorted. He knew how to cook anyway. "He's used to eating your cooking, and he doesn't like anything I cook," he said. Jens was speechless. 'Are you using me as an excuse now? I love to eat anything, as long as it's from either of you!' Rose looked at Jens, and her gaze turned unbelievably gentle. "Mommy will cook for you now, Jens." "Daddy hasn't eaten too!" Jens looked at Mommy with his puppy eyes. "Can you cook something for Daddy too, Mommy?" He begged. Rose glanced at Jay. "No problem," she said generously. After all, he was the one who paid her rent. After she went into the kitchen, she realized that she had not replenished the food supplies of the new house. She on
The employee at the hardware section recommended him various types of locks. "Just give us the most expensive one," Rose said with a smile. The employee handed her the most expensive fingerprint lock, and Rose put it in her shopping cart. As they left the hardware section, Jay told her, "I used to have this habit of always buying the most expensive thing, but a silly girl told me that the most expensive thing isn't always the best. I've since changed my habit because she never stops bickering about it. Now, I always survey for the most suitable item instead of the most expensive one." "…" Rose was taken aback. "Should I change another one?" She felt extremely awkward. "That's too much trouble," he said nonchalantly. Rose pouted. "That silly girl is right. You might be rich, but you shouldn't be tricked into spending more than you need to. She's not the silly one; you are." She smiled like a blooming flower for successfully speaking up for herself. Jay felt warmth in his
Back at the house, after Jay placed the four grocery bags away, he took out the fingerprint lock, found a toolbox, and deftly dismantled the brass lock on the door. Rose was shocked beyond belief and quickly stopped him. "This is Sean's house, Sir Ares. Can you not wreck it without his permission?" Jay's hands did not stop moving. "Brass locks aren't as secure as fingerprint locks," he said candidly. "Why aren't brass locks secure?" Rose was baffled. Jay stared at her and spat out a few words. "It's not the lock, it's the landlord." Rose laughed. She thought that he was worried about the safety of the children. "Well then, have you ever seen a human trafficker as gentlemanly and rich as Mr. Bell?" Jay threw the tool in his hand on the floor and glared at her unhappily. "Then, have you seen a human trafficker as handsome and rich as me?" 'Um… 'Does he still remember that I asked the kids to call him a human trafficker?' Jay glared at Rose's embarrassed face and said,
It would have been a squeeze if Jay and Jens stayed for the night. Jay was more than six feet tall. He would not agree to sleep on a child-sized bed. "No," Rose rejected him determinedly, "There's no place for you to sleep here." Jens stood up and said to Mommy coyly," Mommy, Daddy and I can fit on a bed." Rose did not quite believe it and looked at Jay. Jay nodded. Rose remained worried, as though she had kept a ticking time bomb beside her. That night, Robbie sneaked into Jens's room and happily played with their toys together. They played until they were overcome with fatigue, and they collapsed on the bed. Meanwhile, Zetty slept in Robbie's room. Everything was quiet in the dark night. Rose was lying on her bed when she suddenly heard her door creak open. She thought that one of the children might have sneaked in, but in the next moment, she saw Jay lift her blanket and lie down next to her. "Sir Ares?" Rose bounced up from her sleeping position. "The bed is t
Eventually, Rose could not keep her eyes open and fell asleep. Jay heard her steady breathing and opened his eyes. He turned his body to his side and looked at her sleeping face. Her appearance was starkly different, but the resemblance to Angeline was undeniable. He had never looked at her straight in the face, perhaps because her appearance was not the same, much less tried to understand her since seven years ago, when she had given up her all to marry him. They could have spent their time happily together, but he had squandered it all. He had hurt her deeply, and she had learned how to hide her scars. Jay lifted her hand and gently touched Rose's cheek. The woman he hurt the most was the woman he loved the most. He hugged her close to his body, allowing his solitude over the years to be washed away by the bliss of her presence. With her and the children, what more could he ask for? If he had a regret, that would be the daughter that she bore while married to anot
"So if I bully you, you can accept it if I just say sorry?" Jay asked with a low voice. Jay was pleased that the silly woman was so gullible. "… You're the one who came into my room last night, Sir Ares," she was incredibly frustrated. "Are you saying that I came to your room to be bullied?" A hint of a smile appeared on Jay's melancholic face. "I didn't mean that, Sir Ares," She did not know how to explain herself. He got up and sat on the bed. He furrowed his brows unhappily when he saw that he was still wearing his white shirt. Rose could feel a horrible aura emanating from the man. He was manifesting his morning tantrum. "What's wrong, Sir Ares?" Rose asked uneasily. "You ought to replace everything on this bed before tonight," he spoke haltingly. Rose's eyes fell on the white bedding. The bedding was soft, comfortable, and made of pure cotton. It was also a plain color that he liked. Why was he dissatisfied with it? "Why should I have to change it?" She felt it
"Are you serious?" Rose stared at Jay. 'Does this guy think that Grand Asia can do anything they want in the Imperial Capital?' Jay nodded seriously. Rose was helpless. "Sir Ares, this is Sean's house. I am only a tenant, and you are only my son's daddy and a mere visitor. What right do you have to dictate any changes to this house?" Jay glared at Rose resentfully. Since when had she become so detached? Rose realized to whom she was talking when she saw his gaze turn dangerous. She sheathed her fangs and squeezed a flattering smile on her face. Jay flipped over the blanket and got out of the bed. His handsome face maintained that unpleasant expression. Rose was helpless against his ever-changing mood. All she could do was to humble herself to suit his whims. "Alright, I don't have any objections if you want to renovate the house, but I hope that you can obtain Sean's permission first." As Jay stood in front of the washing basin, hearing Rose's compromising tone of voi
Grayson narrowed his eyes. "We seem to be on the losing end no matter how I look at it, Sir." He knew that the property prices of Cloudy Dreams were only in the low millions. Meanwhile, the investment in Sean Bell's movie production was worth billions. Jay cast a stern gaze on Grayson. "Are you questioning my decision?" Grayson wiped away the beads of cold sweat on his forehead. "I'll do it right now." Grayson could not understand it as he walked away. "I never knew that he's so willing to lose out on an investment," he mumbled to himself. Grayson gave a call to Sean and told him about Mr. Ares's offer. He thought that Sean would immediately agree, but Sean immediately protested when he heard the offer. "What does he mean? Does he have an objection to me renting Cloudy Dreams to Rose Loyle?" Grayson finally understood the reason behind Mr. Ares's 'stupid' decision. 'Looks like Mr. Ares has been blinded by beauty!' Grayson lamented. Even though Grayson might not agre