Sir Ares, Goodnight

Chapter 15

Rose placed the Lego gift on the table in front of Jenson and deftly unboxed the package. She tried to break the ice with Jenson as she took out the parts inside and started assembling Lego pieces.

"Jenson, how about a race? Let's see who can build faster." 2 Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Jay went upstairs and just overheard Rose's overreaching challenge to Jenson. A fresh sneer appeared on his face.

Jay had personally taught Jenson how to program. Assembling even the most complicated Lego model was a piece of cake for him.

'An uneducated wench like Rose probably never even heard of programming. Is she really that naive to think that she'll be able to put together that Batman model?’

Jenson did not immediately give Rose an answer.

Instead, he silently grabbed the Lego from Rose's hand, glanced at the clock on the wall, and began to piece them together.

Rose looked surprised. 'Did Jenson just agree to compete with me?'

What followed was a lengthy session of building Legos!

Jay changed into his work clothes and went

downstairs. He saw the two of them looking very peaceful and harmonious.

Jenson was assembling his Legos while Rose sat next t o him, quietly watching him.

The corner of Jay’s mouth curved into a sneer. He could almost foresee what was going to happen next.

'A chatterbox like Rose won't be able to endure a few hours of silence.’ The moment she utters a word, my noise intolerant son will start throwing a fit. First, he'll smash his Legos...

'Out of courtesy, Rose will likely creep away quietly to bid farewell to me.’

"Miss Rose, take good care of Jenson. I hope you won't let me down." Jay wore his freshly ironed suit and his sharp eyes were narrowed. He looked like a dignified man with unrivaled qualities.

For some reason, Rose knew that he was up to something when she saw his smile. One look told her that he was the type of person who would gleefully watch the world burn in front of him.

Rose forced a bright smile. "Don't worry, Sir Ares. I'll have a good time with Jenson."

Jay left with a malicious look on his face.

Rose rolled her eyes behind his back.

She went back to Jenson who was still focused on Lego building.

When Rose looked at him, she could see a hint of disgust in Jenson's eyes. Rose frowned slightly. 'The environment plays such a big role in shaping people,’ Rose observed. 'Jenson probably spent too much time staring at Jay's stiff and emotionless face that he became such a reserved child.'

In order not to disturb Jenson, Rose took out a sketchbook that she carried in her bag and began to sketch Jenson's portrait.

Rose did not have to keep looking at Jenson because she was already so familiar with Baby Robbie's eyebrows. The rest of the portrait was a breeze for her. She was able to draw Jenson's appearance vividly save for his indifferent expression. When Rose highlighted that part of his face, she could not help but feel a pang of sorrow.

Two hours later, Jenson completed the Lego model.

Rose hid her drawing in a hurry and smilingly took the Lego over and began disassembling it. Just as she was about to start her timer, Jenson ditched her and slouched upstairs. After a while, he came back down with a school bag slung over his shoulders.

Rose was dumbfounded. She looked at the clock. It was already past ten. 'Jenson’s only going to school at this time?’ she wondered.

"Jenson, are you going to school?"

Rose put down the Lego in her hands and ran after Jenson.

After Jenson walked out of the house, he looked over a t Rose from the car park.

The foundation of the communication between them was based on Rose guessing what he was feeling. "Do you want me to drive?"

Jenson did not nod or shake his head.

Rose said, "Your daddy didn't give me the car key. Why don’t we go outside and get a taxi?"

Jenson coolly spat out a single word, "Dirty!"

He turned around and continued walking.

Rose was completely baffled by the kid’s unconventional thought process.

She whipped out her phone to ask Jay about it.

Jay was in a company meeting when he received the call and he momentarily lost focus. With a sudden smile, he answered the phone in front of all the employees. 1

"Rose, it’s only been two hours. Are you calling me to hand in your resignation?"

Grayson’s mouth twitched compulsively from beside M r. Ares.

'It’s already going against the normal rules for her to b e alone with Jenson for two hours. Is everything okay?'

"Sir Ares, I'm afraid you've misunderstood. In order to take better care of Jenson, I just wanted to take a look at Jenson's schedule." "He doesn't have one."

"How about a copy of his kindergarten hours?"

"Rose—" Jay paused. "Can't you see that Jenson has autism? He doesn't go to school like a normal child!"

When Rose took a long time to reply, Jay frowned.

Unexpectedly, Rose started raging from the other line. "You’re the one with autism, not him," she snapped before hanging up angrily.

Jay stared at the phone and his face grew pale.

'That foul woman dares to hang up on me?'

'So that's where Jenson got that bad habit from!’

On the other side of the line.

Jenson was slightly taken aback when he heard the hysterical yells of the woman behind him.

It had been confirmed ages ago that he had autism.

'If Daddy refuses to admit that I have autism, he’s only lying to himself. This woman must be crazy to deny it.’

"Jenson!"

Rose ran over and grabbed Jenson's small hand.

Jenson naturally hated people touching him, so he instinctively brushed Rose's hand away.

Rose looked hurt. However, she firmly said, "Jenson, you should go to school!"

"It’s not your place to say that!" Jenson said angrily.

Rose was taken aback. 'This child is so defensive and has a sharp tongue. I’m afraid that his teachers and classmates won't like him if he goes to kindergarten. I f such a vicious cycle went on, Jenson will probably hate school more and more over time.

'But if a kid his age doesn't go to school, it'll only make things worse.'

Jenson turned and walked back into the house. As Rose tried to follow him in, Jenson slammed the door i n her face and locked it.

Rose hit her head on the door panel. In order to get Jenson to open the door, Rose knew that she had to use her marvelous acting skills. She held her forehead and let out a terrible howl. "Ah! My head! It hurts so much-"

At first, Jenson did not respond.

However, Rose persevered and cried continuously. Eventually, Jenson was worried that something serious might have happened, so he unlocked the door to check up on the woman and see if she needed an ambulance.

However, as soon as Jenson opened the door, Rose dashed into the house. She looked at him smugly, having successfully deceived him.

"Liar," Jenson mumbled, annoyed.

Rose patted his head and smiled. "It's very impolite to shut your guests out." "You're a guest?" Jenson puffed angrily at her.

"If not, am I the owner, then?" Rose said sarcastically.

"Crazy woman!" Jenson snapped.

Rose fell silent.