Sir Ares, Goodnight

Chapter 137



Chapter 137

Each time Jenson was startled, he would look exhausted and weak. Now, he was lying on Jay's shoulders. His eyes were half-opened, and he looked lifeless as well as sleepy.

Rose looked at Jens, but Jay was looking at Rose.

She was dressed in a cotton home attire that looked like her pajamas. Her pajamas had long sleeves and long pants. The outer layer was a small jacket. With just one look, he could tell that she had rushed over to see Jenson and did not have the time to dress up.

Jay was rather surprised. After all, in his memory, every woman who approached him had spent time and effort to make themselves look good. They would pay attention to even the minute details like their nails.

"Come in." His expression remained cold and expressionless. However, his heart had a peculiar ripple going on.

"Is Jens alright?” Rose asked worriedly.

Jay gently ruffled Baby Robbie's head and casually answered Rose, "The child suffered a little scare."

Rose looked at Jenson who had fallen asleep. She was feeling heartbroken at this sight. She recalled the story that Baby Robbie told her about some weird supernatural stuff. Rose felt that she had the

obligation to inform an insensitive man like Jay.

"Have a seat first. I’ll put Jenson on his bed." Jay turned around to head upstairs.

Shortly after Jay settled Jenson in bed, he came over t o the living room and sat next to Baby Robbie. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Rose was carrying Zetty and sat opposite him. 1

Rose hesitated for a moment but finally began. "Sir Ares, there are some things that you might not like to hear, but for the sake of the children, I feel the need to inform you."

Her polite behavior made Jay frown.

"Speak." Jay knew her behavior very well. On the surface, she looked like a pretty, kind, and timid person, but inside, she was actually cunning and crazy. Even if he rejected her, he would not be able to stop that mouth of hers.

"Since Jenson has a timid personality, don't read any haunted or supernatural stories as his bedtime story." Rose calmly looked at Jay.

Jay's seductive peach eyes were covered with a layer o f befuddlement. As if he had just heard the funniest tall tale, he chuckled. "Who told you that I read a scary ghost story to Jenson?"

Rose realized that she got such a conclusion based only on the phone conversation between Baby Robbie and Jenson.

It seemed that she had made the wrong assumptions.

"Jenson was frightened because Baby Robbie and Jenson had been talking about scary ghost stories," Rose was feeling bad for accusing Jay without evidence and spoke softly.

Jay was extremely shocked. He had been trying to find the source of Jenson's fears. Even Jenson's psychology counselor was still trying hard to investigate the source, but there had been no progress for the past two years.

'I didn't expect that with Rose's appearance, she has already identified what has been disturbing Jenson.

'Although I can’t be sure if that is the only reason for Jenson's autistic behavior, this is still a driving factor for Jenson's relapse. Looks like I've underestimated the connection between a mother and son.'

Jay intently observed Rose. This was the first time since they had known each other that Jay took the initiative to properly evaluate her.

Rose was a petite lady but had curves where she needed.

She had a face the size of a palm, and her cheeks were filled and cute. Also, she had a pair of obsidian black eyes-black yet shiny and pure eyes.

Like a pool of crystal clear water, it sent ripples within one’s heart.

Her skin was very fair. Her facial features were exquisite and small other than that pair of large black

eyes. That made her eyes stood out from her face.

To be honest, she was quite a beautiful lady.

Not the kind that would attract mesmerizing stares, but she was the girl-next-door type-innocently beautiful. 2

"Rose..." Jay suddenly called her, but his voice was unlike his usual coldness and indifference.


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