Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 1637

Mrs. Yorks snatched the child over without warning and said, "Alright, that's enough. Now that you've met the child, you should probably leave."

Looking slightly reluctant to part with Dawn, Cole licked his lips and said in a half-joking manner," Mom, why don't we take Dawn back to Yorks Stronghold so you won't feel so lonely when you go back?" As soon as he finished his sentence, he saw the three women glaring at him with intense resentment. Their gazes seemed to say, 'You can keep dreaming.'

Cole patted his mouth. He had no idea why he suddenly said those words either. In fact, now that he thought about it, he did not want his mother to return to Yorks Stronghold and lead a dull, insipid life. If that was the case, was he subconsciously hoping that Dawn would go back to Yorks Stronghold with him?

Mrs. Yorks snatched the child over and said, "If you want Dawn to go back to the Yorks, sure, get down on one knee and propose to Shirley then. If Shirley agrees to marry you, we'll go back with you." Cole glanced at Shirley. She looked really pale. Many women who had just given birth would gain weight, but she was scrawnier than before. Shirley looked

even more beautiful after she lost weight.

Cole extended his heartfelt thanks. "Thank you, Shirley."

Shirley let out a wry smile. She knew why he was thanking her. He was probably thanking her because she had never used the child to threaten him to take responsibility.

"This is my choice," Shirley said.

Whether it was the decision to protect Angeline or the decision to keep Dawn, they were all done out of her own free will.

When they walked out of the ward, the Yorks and Severes eyed the child like a tiger watching its prey.

"Give us the baby, honey," Spencer said.

Old Master Severe said, "No one is taking the child away today."

A war was about to break out. Just then, the elevator door in the corridor suddenly opened. A long and tall figure walked out from it.

It was Jenson. He was wearing a black suit, looking like a cold and charming man with no worldly desires -just like a copy of Jay.

Walking behind him were Grayson, Finn, Tempest, and Storm. The four young men wore sunglasses and the same type of suits. They each stuck one hand in their trouser pockets, looking extremely cool. The corridor fell silent immediately.

Jenson walked up to Grand Old Master Yorks and Old Master Severe. There was no warmth on his sinister yet charming face. It was as if he was not facing his elders but two strangers whom he had never me before.

"Jens, this has nothing to do with you. You don't have to come forward yourself," Grand Old Master Yorks said.

Old Master Severe also said, "Yeah, we shouldn't let a child worry about our affairs. Back off, Jens."

"Who said you can raise a ruckus in Grand Asia?" Jenson asked coldly.

Old Master Severe and Grand Old Master Yorks were stunned. Was this how Jenson should talk to his relatives?

Chloe reprimanded Jenson, "How can you talk to your elders like that, Jens?"

Jenson shifted his gaze to Chloe, and his eyes froze into ice at once. "Elders? My elders are giving me trouble, so don't you, the elders, feel embarrassed at all to consider yourselves elders?"

Chloe's almond eyes widened. Never in a million years did she expect Jenson to treat her with such indifference. It was as if she was his enemy.