Sir Ares, Goodnight

Chapter 142

Jay looked at that arrogant smug and thought to himself, 'Since you don't want to be a maid, I have my ways to make you unconsciously turn into the Ares family's maid.’

"Next time, I will eat with the children. I'll eat whatever you make and will pay you some money for i t. How does 20,000 a month sound like? You can still enjoy your regular weekends and holidays. What do you think?" Jay set out a trap for his prey.

Rose thought about it. 'I have to make food for the kids every day, anyway. It doesn't seem like a hassle to make an extra portion for him either, and I can earn a n extra 20,000. Why not?'

"Deal.” Rose happily took Jay's plate away.

A smug success was seen under Jay's eyes.

At night, Jay went to his study to handle a document. When he came out, he found that Jenson and Baby Robbie were not in their rooms.

He looked at his wristwatch to see that it was already their bedtime. This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Jay heard a clear voice coming from Rose's room. The expression on his handsome face darkened. Jay was the kind of gifted student who did not need to study too hard yet could still ace in every subject, thus he hated those who wanted to stuff all sorts of

extracurricular activities to the children all day and all night. Jay was not pleased that Rose was occupying the children’s bedtime.

He subdued his rejection toward Rose and went to her room to check on what was happening. Rose was reciting Yi Shu's prose poem, 'To Oak Tree'.

"If I ever love you,

"I'll never be like the scrambling trumpet creepers, showing off by your branch high up in the sky;

"I must be a ceiba near you, standing beside you as a tree.

"Our roots, holding the earth tightly; our leaves touching each other in the clouds. With each passing wind, we send our regards to each other, but nobody can understand our language. You have your tough branches made of copper and iron, like falchions, like swords, and also like halberds.

"I have my blooming red flowers, like heavy sighs, but they can also be like heroic flames.

"We share the cold waves, the wind, the lighting, and the thunder; We share the fog, the mountains, and the rainbow. As if we are always separated yet accompanying each other for a lifetime."

Jay's hand that was raised mid-air stopped. He was attracted by the poem. He remembered the first time Angeline read this poem. She had come to him and shared her thoughts.

'Big Brother, I'm different from Yi Shu. If I love you, I'll be willing to be your trumpet creeper, forever being stuck to your branches. At the same time, I'll also be willing to be a ceiba and share your burdens with you... J

Jay was very shocked at that moment. In this world, some women would be trumpet creepers and other women would be ceibas. However, there was nobody like Angeline who could be gentle and strong at the same time. Only Angeline could be a woman behind the scene and a woman who led the scene at the same time.

When Rose finished reciting 'To Oak Tree’, the children had fast fallen asleep. Rose carried Jenson and opened the door to see Jay standing outside. He looked as if he was deep in his thoughts.

"The children have fallen asleep," Rose whispered.

Jay was flabbergasted. Usually, the children would still be rolling in their beds at this time while waiting for the sleeping bug to catch up to them.

Jay took Jenson and carried him back to his room.

When he came back for Baby Robbie, he found that Rose had already placed Baby Robbie back in his bed.

"Thank you," he said politely.

Rose waved at him and walked past. "It's my duty."

Jay returned to his room. It was his habit to look at his phone before sleeping to see if he had missed any important calls.

He found that Grayson had given him a few missed calls, so Jay called Grayson.

"President, about what you asked me to investigate. There seems to be something fishy..."

Jay was reminded that he had asked Grayson to investigate Rose’s previous husband. "Speak!"