Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 1774

Jay looked at the pet rabbit in Angeline's arms, and her beautiful fingers were gently combing over the rabbit's fur. The light in Jay's eyes became more profound and grew more dangerous.

He was secretly slandering the rabbit in his heart. He had to find a way to turn this little thing into a dish.

Zayne was cutting Josie's nails, but his mind had wandered somewhere else, causing Josie to cry out tragically, "Ow! That's my flesh!”

The couple hurriedly went upstairs to look for cotton swabs and disinfectant.

Angelina looked at Cole and Sis Shirley with a meaningful glance before suddenly jumping off the sofa. She then took Jay’s hand and walked out.

"Jaybie, our daughter is hungry. Let's go look for some grass for her.”

Jay, "..."

He glanced with bitter hatred at the innocent pet rabbit in Angeline’s arms. He would never accept this beast as his own, let alone give an ounce of paternal love to this so-called 'daughter' of theirs.

Angeline did not really want to get some grass for her rabbit. It was merely an excuse to go out and make

space for Sis Shirley and Cole to get along.

Inside the living room.

Only Cole, Shirley, and their son were left behind.

Dawn was crawling about on the sofa and accidentally landed in front of Cole. He extended his chubby hands and yanked the delicate button on Cole’s cuff.

"Ah... Ah..."

Cole looked at Dawn struggling earnestly with the button, and the child’s cuteness amused him.

He suddenly pulled the button off and handed it to Dawn.

Shirley was slightly taken aback and said, "Don't spoil him."

Sis Shirley smiled bitterly. "I understand."

She lifted his hand and started sewing on the button for him skillfully.

Cole looked at her in a daze. "Do you resent me?"

Shirley said, "What right do I have to resent you for anything? It was an accident. Perhaps this is my fate."

Now, Shirley had begun to take charge of the Severe family’s company, so she had a shadow of a resilient woman.

She never blamed the gods or anyone else. She never wallowed in self-pity either.

There was a sense of stubbornness in her humility.

Afterward, she smiled dimly. "Don’t worry, I'll still be able to live well without you. In this world, it's not always a loss if someone were to leave us."