Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 183

Whenever Angeline drew his portrait, it would look extremely lifelike.

In other people’s eyes, Jay might be eminent and unapproachable-A horrific and devilish president. In Angeline's eyes, however, he was always just a big boy.

In her drawings, he was always wearing a youthful white t-shirt, a platinum necklace with a four-leaf clover lucky charm, and Nike shoes. His hair would flow in the breeze while his eyes were lucid-A big boy with a sunny disposition.

Jay held Angeline's last drawing and it dawned on him how precious this drawing was.

He regretted being weak back then, for not having the courage to face Angeline's death. How great would it b e if he had seen these mementoes earlier and realized just how much Angeline relied on him.

One would think that certain scars would scab and heal slowly if left untouched. What Jay did not expect, however, was that certain scars that were deliberately sealed in one’s heart would only grow richer with time like fine old wine.

Take Angeline's death for example.

After sealing it in his heart for seven whole years, the very moment Jay saw the scene of her death, a burst o f intense grief started flooding in.

Like a puppet, he sat dazedly on his black leather swivel chair. He was the king of the business world. H e was all-powerful and fearless. Everyone thought that he would always be the crownless king who knew nothing about pain.

The one and only little girl who would feel sorry for him, who would cheer him up at the sight of a mere frown, and who would cry whenever she was worried about him when his stomach started acting up, was gone.

He hated himself for not protecting her.

That day, Jay did not get off work on time. In the afternoon, Rose went to the kindergarten to pick the children up, but the kindergarten teachers were acting slightly cold toward her. Jenson said to the teacher in a cool tone, "This is my mommy."

The words he said seemed to have struck like thunder, catching all the teachers in the class by surprise. They immediately acted courteously toward Rose.

Rose nodded silently.

The homeroom teacher said, "Since you're their guardian, I'm obliged to be honest with you about their performance in the kindergarten. They’re both very smart. Jenson has an exceptional memory and a superb ability to grasp ideas and concepts. Robbie has great imagination and communication skills. Jenson, however, is slightly reserved, whereas Robbie is extremely active. One won't stop talking in class, whereas the other is unwilling to answer the teacher's questions. I hope you can guide your children well so that they can learn from each other."

Rose glanced at the two babies who were standing upright like pine trees. They must have done something terribly wrong to look that guilty.

"Teacher, can you explain the children's performance i n class in detail?" Rose glared at her naughty children ferociously, but her voice was surprisingly gentle.

The homeroom teacher laughed. "Jenson refused to answer the teacher's question in class. When the teacher communicated with him, Jenson replied saying that anyone who answers her question is mentally retarded, and because of what he said, all the children were afraid to answer the teacher's question after that."

After a pause, she added. "Robbie beat up five male classmates next door. Their eyes are all swollen and there are bruises on their faces.”