In the evening, Jay returned home with the three children.
Rose stood at the doorway with a lovely smile and took his briefcase from him graciously. "Let me get that for you, Sir Ares."
Jay was surprised to see Rose. "Today's Thursday," he reminded her.
Rose's voice was pleasantly gentle as she spoke, "Sir Ares has toiled away for Grand Asia during the day, and for the children at night. You could say that you've been extremely busy. I was just thinking that I could come by when I'm free to look after the children and share some of Sir Ares' burden..."
"Get to the point."
Jay stood before her. After shrugging off his coat, his fingers moved up to undo his tie.
Rose moved toward him again. "Let me help you, Sir Ares."
Her gentle, delicate hands flew to his chest like a fluttering butterfly landing on a flower, but it made him feel flushed for some reason.
Her movements were not fluid and were even somewhat clumsy.
Jay narrowed his eyes at her. "Is there something that
you'd like to ask of me?"
Rose removed his tie, but her hands remained on his chest. She smiled at him innocently.
"Sir Ares is a well-known entrepreneur. I heard that you provide support and donations to various places every year. I wonder who you'll be donating to this year."
Jay's eyes lit up with a smile. 'This brat has ulterior motives.' "Our slots for donations are full."
He slowly removed her hands.
Rose grabbed his jacket and hugged it tightly. "What about next year?"
"Full."
"The year after that?" Rose asked, reluctant to give up.
Jay walked to the couch and sat down tiredly.
Rose quickly poured a cup of tea for him. "Drink up, Sir Ares."
She served it to him formally.
Jay took the cup but placed it on the coffee table. He said to her, "It's still too early to decide."
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