Chapter 60
Chapter 60
After Dr. Zachary left, Jenson ran into the study room. He pushed open the door to find Jay with his head in his hands, the appearance of one in severe pain.
Jenson had the answer in his heart.
"He said I'm sick too?" Jenson said angrily.
Jay lifted his gaze to see his son's face that was so shiningly handsome. A barely detectable hint of concealed worry appeared on his face.
He thought that it was perhaps Jenson was too perfect that the heavens would have to give him some challenge.
"Jenson, Dr. Zachary says your disorder is still in its early stages. As long as we actively cooperate, it will get better." Jay did not want to tell Jenson about this cruel matter, but he needed Jenson to cooperate with the coming treatment, so he had to accept this reality.
"Treating my life like it's grass to trample on,” Jay said angrily through pursed lips.
Kay looked at the angrily upset face of Jenson and hardened his heart. The matter at hand this time was very serious. He could not bend to Jenson's whims.
"Daddy has decided. Resistance is futile." After Jay announced this unusually overbearingly, he got up and left.
On the other hand, Jenson fell into melancholy.
To Jenson, this weekend went by quite depressingly. Hence, when Monday came, Jenson unprecedentedly looked forward to going to school.
This was clearly a very good phenomenon, but Jay did not know whether to worry or rejoice. The Jenson that liked to go to school and the one who did not only made him think of the two different personalities his schizophrenia caused. Otherwise, he could not find a reasonable third explanation.
After he sent Jenson to kindergarten, Jay arrived at the office. Having had a soul-stirring weekend, he had nearly forgotten that he had hired a new assistant.
Hence, when he saw Rose in the office, he did not come to his senses for a while. He stared at her, face green.
"Mr. Ares, good morning!" Rose wore a professional, short-sleeved, white button-up shirt and red leather stilettos with high and thin heels. She had her hair high up on her head in a bun. She looked mature and steady as she sophisticatedly aimed a professional and refined smile at him.
Jay walked inside with his face blank. By the time he sat on his chair, Rose had already passed him his work schedule for the day. 1
Jay's gaze swept over his day’s schedule arrangements. It integrated work and rest as well as took care of his family and company. It was highly efficient and reasonable. Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.
"Not bad," he praised with a wooden expression.
He did not know why but he thought of his previous son Jenson. Because he got schizophrenia after he met Rose, Jay found Rose-who had performed perfectly—an eyesore no matter how he looked at her, s o he wanted to find something to nitpick to make things difficult for her no matter what.
“Make me a coffee. Thirty percent bitter and seventy percent sweet," he ordered with ill intentions.
Rose observed the faint rage hidden beneath Jay's eyes and went to perform this task especially carefully. Despite her being so meticulous that she had nearly used a physics formula to calculate
the 3:7 ratio of coffee and sugar, when she placed the cupful o f coffee filled with sincerity in front of Jay, he reacted viciously with after just a sip.
"Too bitter!" Jay drew his brows together and lifted his gaze to glare at the woman at a loss.
Rose picked up the coffee cup. "I'll add some more sugar."
Only when Jay tasted the coffee for the second time, h e still wrinkled his brows and kept his face blank as h e split hairs. "Too sweet."
Rose looked at Jay, rage like a blazing fire beneath her eyes though the look on her face could still be considered humble. "Mr. Ares, I didn't add sugar just now."
Jay’s expression could not be described in just one sentence.
"You're playing me?" His handsome face cracked, every fragment of it fury embodied.