Sir Ares, Goodnight

Chapter 260

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She had a love diary, but that diary stopped ticking after 3650 days.

A whole ten years!

"If you don’t like it, you can change it." Jay put it that way, but his voice was cold. It was obvious that he liked the name "Garden of A Diary".

Rose shrugged her shoulders. "As long as you like it."

The three children were fast asleep. Hence, Jay opened the door with the intention of carrying them out while Rose followed along.

He passed the keys that were in his hand to her and said, "Open the door."

Rose turned toward the European-carving gates and opened the door.

Jay woke Jenson and Baby Robbie up and then carried Baby Zetty out of the car.

Once Rose unlocked the door, she turned around and was dumbfounded to see Jay carrying Baby Zetty, standing in front of her.

"Sir Ares, let me do it!" Rose immediately offered.

Jay said, "You’re still nursing an injury! Let me do it."

Then, he carried Baby Zetty and headed inside.

Rose remained rooted in the same spot with a blank mind.

After Jay's proposal to her, he seemed to dislike Zetty less. Was it Zetty's blessing in disguise?

"Aren't you coming in?" Jay stood at the entrance and asked with displeasure when he saw Rose still standing in the foyer, under the cold breeze.

Rose quickly made her way into the house.

"Just randomly choose a room to sleep in for tonight. We'll have a good look around the mansion tomorrow and get you to choose a room that you like," Jay said t o her.

Rose looked at Jay in disbelief. 'What is up his sleeves? Why is he being so nice to me all of a sudden?’

That night, Rose slept in the room next to Jay’s. She tried to think of all the possible reasons Jay’s attitude toward her had changed for the better. However, she was left without an answer.

The next morning, Rose was woken up by the children's cheerful screams.

She stood by the huge glass window and watched as the children played naturally in the garden, picking all sorts of insects they could find. Rose smiled at the sight of it.

Only the rich could afford to own such a huge mansion with an enormous garden in the suburbs of Imperial Capital where every inch of land cost an arm and a leg.

Subsequently, someone knocked on her door. Rose walked over to open the door and was greeted by the sight of a kind, middle-aged lady holding a bowl of chicken soup. The lady was standing at the door, smiling at her.

"Young Madam, the young master asked me to send this up to you. He asked that you have this breakfast and sleep awhile more because it wouldn't be good for your stomach to skip breakfast."

Rose was shocked by the attention. It was her favorite chicken soup. To cook it to such a creamy consistency, it had to be cooked more than two hours under a small fire.

Ever since she had her triplets, she never dared wish for a breakfast that she liked.

She looked at the kind lady and sheepishly corrected her, "I'm not married to Sir Ares yet, it's better if you don’t address me as your young madam."

"That won't do. Young master gave us his instructions, and we dare not go against him..."

Rose chuckled. It seemed like Sir Ares had a reputation as scary as Hades.

"Where is he?" She asked.

'He left for the office early this morning. He said that h e had work to do." "Isn't it a weekend?” Rose immediately pursed her lips and said, "Look at me, what am I asking about?"

'Do you think that just because you're now his almighty wife, you can dictate where he goes?'Original from NôvelDrama.Org.