Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 1084

Knowing that he could never outrun her, Jenson stopped walking.

Whitney stood in front of him, her beautiful face looking extremely aggrieved. "Do you really like girls who take etiquette class or was that just an excuse to make me leave martial arts class?" Jenson peered into Whitney's serious eyes. "I just think you need to go to etiquette class to learn something to get rid of this bandit aura on you."

Whitney said, "Will you like me after I take the etiquette class, then?"

Jenson frowned.

"I don't like girls who are always getting intimate with guys!" Jenson said.

Whitney recalled how she would often have physical contact with guys when she fought with them. It turned out that this was too much for Jenson, who had mysophobia, to bear.

"Okay. I'll do as you say. F*ck, I'll even stop fighting from now on."

Jenson glared at her. "I don't like girls who swear either."

Whitney covered her mouth. "Okay, I'd rather be dumb than swear."

Jenson looked at Whitney...

In the past three years, she had stayed by his side whenever he was lonely or homesick.

Like a sparrow that never stopped chirping, she had dispelled most of his sorrows and vexation.

Perhaps it was due to his precocious mindset, so he often saw Whitney as his younger sister although she was five years older than him.

Whitney asked carefully, "Do you have any other requirements, Jens?"

Jenson stared at the devastatingly beautiful Whitney and said, "Remember this, I'm Jenson Ares from Imperial Capital Grand Asia. Once you've graduated from etiquette class, come and look for me in Imperial Capital."

Jenson then walked past her and left in a leisurely manner.

Whitney, however, stood rooted to the same spot as though she had been struck dumb.

After a very long time, Whitney cheered. "Yay!"

Whitney rushed to the martial arts class to complete her graduation procedure before turning up at etiquette class for her enrolment.

The moment the etiquette instructor saw Whitney, the instructor gaped in astonishment.

"You should leave, Whitney Cornelius. Etiquette class is suitable for every other student except for you."

Whitney placed one foot on the stool and began rolling up her sleeves. "Why not me, Instructor?"

The instructor looked at Whitney's posture with disgust. "Your current posture alone is enough reason. Just look at you. Your dad is a martial arts instructor and you've inherited his genes. Like ice and fire, you'll never sit still and will always be restless. Etiquette class enrolls soft and tender ladies. If you enroll in etiquette class, it'll only hold you back from graduating early."

As Whitney was lovesick, she said enthusiastically," Since I've made up my mind to enroll in etiquette class, I would love for you to accept me regardless of whether I can graduate or not, Instructor." "Okay then."

The instructor took out the registration form and Whitney filled in her name.

The etiquette instructor said, "I was just worried that you won't be able to graduate and end up as a spinster. You'll have difficulty finding a good man when you get out."

It was only then did the fear get to Whitney. She asked sheepishly, "If, and I mean if I can't graduate, when will I be able to leave Legendary Youth Academy?"

The etiquette instructor said, "According to the regulations, students who cannot graduate in time will leave the academy at the age of 30."

Whitney gazed at her signature with her jaw dropped!