Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 812

He then raised Baby Robbie's hand and pointed the camera lens straight at Angeline whose head was lowered as she rolled the dough with great concentration.

Jay's falcon pupils contracted at the sight of the enormous dough in front of her.

Furious, Jay called out in a dull voice, "Angeline."

Angeline did not expect that he would call out her name and raised her head in a panic. She happened to meet his gaze this way.

"How can I help you, Sir Ares?" Since she could not escape, she bit the bullet and greeted him instead.

"The children are so young. Are you exploiting them for free labor?" He tried to fill the silence by making empty talks.

He was eagerly hoping that she could get the children t o labor for her since they were so vigorous and energetic anyway. She could do anything as long as she did not tire herself out.

Without refuting him, Angeline glanced at the children and said compliantly, "Take your brother and sister outside, Jens."

As the saying went, many went out for wool and came home shorn-that was exactly how defeated Jay felt.

Now that no one was there to help her, she would be even more exhausted, no?

Angeline asked Jay, "Will that do?" She sounded like a programmer, like a repeater that carried no emotions.

She looked just like a wooden puppet that had lost her former vivacious and liveliness.

When Jay saw Angeline in this state, he felt as though his heart had been pierced by a knife.

He felt like an executioner who had obliterated Angeline s most youthful vitality.

"Just hire a nanny, Angeline." He suggested in a hoarse voice.

Back then, he did not even have the heart to let her enter the kitchen, so why should she serve this ridiculous family now?

Angeline reminded him. "This is my family's business, Sir Ares."

Jay uttered with righteous indignation, "This is the golden period for my sons and daughter's growth. I'm afraid that your cooking skills aren't good enough and you've failed to accommodate their nutritional needs. Therefore, I've made the decision to assign a top-notch chef for my children."

Angeline declined straight away. "We don't have any more spare rooms in the Severe's residence for a nanny!"

Jay said, "That's no issue at all. The nanny can stay in the Apple Street villa. It's not far from you anyway. If you want to, you're welcome to move in with the children too."

Angeline knew that the villa belonged to him now and did not want to owe him any favors, so she declined immediately. "It's nice staying here."

Jay said, "But it's not nice for my children. Angeline, have you ever thought how bad of an influence the pair of mother and daughter will bring to the children and how they'll be imperceptibly influenced by what they see and hear? They'll get corrupted by bad examples when they spend so much time together!"

Actually, Angeline had thought about this too. With the Severe family breaking apart and both families arguing all day whilst living under the same roof, it would indeed have detrimental effects on the children. Angeline lifted her thin lips and said in a slightly embarrassed manner, "Sir Ares, can you take them with you for the time being? When I raise enough money to buy my own house, I'll go and fetch them." Jay's eyes dimmed slightly. For a brief moment, he hesitated.

Angeline was extremely puzzled. Jay was a demon when it came to pampering his children. Although he did not like her anymore, there was no reason why he would not want his children anymore, right? Though he did behave in a manner that seemed as though he did not really want the children anymore.

Angeline felt a gush of uneasiness for some reason.

"Is there a problem, Sir Ares?" Angeline asked, trying to sound him out.

Jay said, "I have a lot of overseas business lately and will go abroad at any time. It won't be convenient for me to take care of them. When I complete my work here, I'll come and pick up the children immediately."

He was quick-witted, and his excuse was flawless.

Angeline, however, had a feeling that something was off.

"Oh, okay," she replied perfunctorily.

Then, she passed the phone to Jenson eagerly. She had learned her lesson and was wiser now. From now on, she must never pass Jay's call to the talkaholic Baby Robbie.

It seemed more appropriate for her to pass it over to the reticent Jenson.

Take now, for example. After both Jenson and Daddy gazed at each other speechlessly, they finally hung up the call.