Sir Ares, Goodnight

Chapter 176

She had tried her best to be nice to Daddy these few days, but it seemed like Daddy still did not like her.

When Jay entered the house holding Baby Robbie, Rose was sitting restlessly on the couch waiting for the children. When she saw Jay holding the sleeping Baby Robbie in his arms whereas Jenson held the hand of a drowsy-looking Baby Zetty, Rose’s heart sank a little.

Jay was well-known for being domineering, but seeing how he was even showing preferential treatment to children, she now saw him in a very bad light.

"Mommy." When Baby Zetty saw her mommy, she threw herself into her mommy's arms pitifully.

Rose rubbed her tiny head tenderly. Baby Zetty's voice carried a trace of whimper that was almost difficult to detect. She was clearly heartbroken by Daddy's unfair treatment.

Rose picked Baby Zetty up, took Jenson's hand, and went upstairs.

"Rose!"

Jay's deep and serene gaze fell on Rose's thin but resilient back.

Standing at the top of the stairs, Rose turned her head

around. Her rippling autumn eyes were fused with a trace of protest and dissatisfaction toward him.

"How can I help you, Sir Ares?" Her voice was firm and rigid. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

"I'm hungry, fix me a bowl of noodles." Jay's tough and commanding tone carried traces of imperceptible tenderness.

In order to confirm the speculation he had in his heart, he wanted to test her.

He would use every means to test her.

Rose was immensely startled. Jay had a severe digestive condition, hence he had been very strict with himself for many years. He would maintain a strict and regular diet.

Was he not worried that he would suffer a relapse with his digestive issues eating before bed?

"Okay." Rose compromised. With her current identity, there seemed to be no reason for her to persuade him t o eat properly.

After tucking the children in, Rose went downstairs. Jay was sitting on the couch, his falcon-like eyes fixed on her.

Imagination was an extremely frightening thing. Ever since he began associating her with Angeline, he could see Angeline’s shadow in all of her words and deeds.

For example, take the look on her face when she hesitated whether to fix him a bowl of noodles or not. I f this was Angeline, she would hesitate too. Angeline would be worried about his digestive issues acting up again, yet she would not want him to starve either...

Rose entered the kitchen and soon brought out a bowl of plain noodles. There was no oil and no chili...

Jay raised his eyes and stared at her. Was she taking care of his stomach?

"Uh... How am I supposed to eat this?" He made things difficult for her on purpose.

Rose twirled up a strand of noodle with a fork and placed it to his mouth. "Like that?"

Jay, "..."

"Do we not have condiments?" Jay asked with a dark countenance.

Rose stammered, "I didn't put them in because I thought it was too troublesome to do so."

What a terrible excuse.

Jay pulled a long face. "Is it very troublesome for you t o fix me a bowl of noodles?"

Rose,

Silence was gold!

"I want some spice in this," he ordered.

She walked into the kitchen helplessly and added some spice sparingly before taking it out again.

Jay took the bowl. When he saw the soggy and swollen noodles, he realized that they looked mushy, just like Angelina's noodles.

It was only a small bowl of noodles, but he took a very long time to finish it.

He had been pondering a question. Why did Rose bear so much resemblance to his Angeline?

They were clearly two different people, but why did she give him such a strange yet intense feeling?