Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 1316

Jay was a sharp person. He got up weakly and sat down while saying to Sis Shirley very piously, "I don't know how I could ever repay you for everything you’ve done for Angeline, Sis Shirley. I, Jay Ares, will forever b e indebted to you."

Sis Shirley smiled lightly. "Jay, don’t worry too much about it. I’m happy to be able to do something for Little Angeline."

Furthermore, the other party was Cole Yorks, a majestic and handsome man.

Jay said, "Sis Shirley, don’t you worry. I'll help you get this debt repaid by the Yorks.”

Sis Shirley looked at Jay's haggard and thin face, thinking that he must be devastated now. If he wanted to avenge her, perhaps he would still have a reason to live for now.

"Alright, Jay. You have to get better soon. That way, you can avenge Little Angeline and me."

"Yeah." Jay nodded solemnly.

Today was the triplets' birthday.

Jay chose not to continue being devastated today and went out of the guesthouse to wander around the snow -covered streets while shivering.

Grayson and Storm followed him from a distance.

Jay had never been this gloomy before. He thought about his beloved wife’s fate and Baby Robbie’s disappearance. A family that should be happy and fulfilled was now broken, and he felt a knife slicing through his heart.

He wandered on the icy street with a hint of hope in his subconscious mind. Perhaps Angeline was not dead. Perhaps it would be like the time when they were still young? Angeline would suddenly run out to hug him and act coquettishly.

"Jaybie, you lost again."

Jay halted his footsteps and abruptly turned around.

However, the lively and cheerful Angeline was not there.

It was a three-tiered chocolate cake with three figurines of children standing on it. There was a sternlooking boy who was placing his hands in his trouser pockets coolly. Another boy was smiling brighter than the sun, and lastly, there was a girl who had her hands on her face, looking like she was about to cry.

The faces of his three children suddenly flashed across Jay’s eyes. It was Jenson, Baby Robbie, and Baby Zetty's faces. Together, they were shouting at him, "Daddy!”

Jay woke up abruptly and quickly got up from the snow. Then, he eagerly pushed the glass door open and entered the bakery. He pointed toward the cake b y the window and asked the shopkeeper, "Tell me, who made that cake?"

The shopkeeper said, "I did."

Another customer had bought the cake made by the teenager, so the shopkeeper thought that the cake would be trendy. That was the reason why he made another one.

The hope in Jay’s heart vanished, and he walked outside in despair.

He suddenly thought of something, then he turned his head and asked, "Who taught you how to make it?"