Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 1085

"Jenson!"

Whitney's lioness roar could be heard throughout the student dormitory.

"Come out, you evil b*stard."

Jenson was sitting quietly by the bay window of the standard dormitory room. Placed in front of him was a wooden easel with a newly painted portrait on it.

Jenson stared at the gentle and beautiful woman in the portrait with misty eyes.

Whitney broke in, placed her hands on her hips, and stomped over to Jenson. "You've done a really terrible thing, you little b*stard."

Jenson raised his eyelids to look at her. In the ray of the sun, Whitney noticed how abnormally bright his beautiful and charming eyes looked.

"Are you crying, Jens?" Whitney asked nervously.

In her memory, this little boy was always so stubborn and unyielding. From the day he enrolled in the academy, he had never shown weakness regardless of the difficulties he encountered. Whitney shifted her gaze to the portrait, and when she saw the gentle, beautiful woman in the portrait,

Whitney was so surprised that she stared at it in a daze.

"She's so beautiful. Who is she, Jens?"

"Mommy," Jenson replied.

Whitney froze...

Then, a smile came from her eyes.

She was aware that Jens was a reticent boy, but when he omitted the grammatical modifier and introduced his mommy like that, she felt as though he was bringing her to meet his parents.

As Whitney indulged in her fantasies, she was so shy that her ears started to turn hot.

Jenson looked speechlessly at her, the sadness in his eyes diminishing a little.

"What are you doing here?"

Whitney finally remembered that she was here to settle accounts with this little brat.

"I've already signed up for the etiquette class, Jens."

"Excellent." Jenson praised her with a deadpan expression.

It was hard to tell if he meant it or if he was faking it. He had always been hard to understand anyway.

"Excellent? Now that I've enrolled in etiquette class, the instructor said that I can only leave the academy a t 30 years old if I can't graduate early." Whitney

sniffed. She found it really hard to accept this fact.

"So be it," Jenson replied mildly.

Whitney cried out, "I'll be an old woman at 30. Your kids would have all grown up when I come and see you after I graduate."

Jenson,

Whitney was furious. "So why did you trick me into enrolling in etiquette class?

"Jens, my heart breaks when you trick me like that, do you know that?"

Eventually, Whitney's fury turned into tears of sadness.

"Sob, sob, sob..."

Jenson's long eyelashes quivered, and when he spoke, his voice sounded a little hoarse, "I'm sorry, Whitney."

"What's the use of saying sorry now?"

"Whitney, I must get back to my mommy as soon as possible!"

Whitney stopped wailing. When she noticed how uncomfortable Jenson looked when he restrained his emotions, Whitney could not bring herself to upset him any further. "Alright, alright. I don't blame you."

"Thank you." "Even though I'll be sad when you're gone, I still hope from the bottom of my heart that you'll pass the examination next month."

"Mm."

Jenson raised his eyelids to look at Whitney and blurted out, "I don't think I'll fall in love until I'm 25."

Whitney was stunned,

Then, her face broke into a grin.

"Even if I'm in love, I won't get married yet either," Jenson said meaningfully.

Whitney's smile froze.

"Even if I get married, I won't have children so early." Jenson stressed.

Whitney burst out into tears. "Why can't you wait for me?"

Jenson said, "I don't want to be Penelope The Second."

Whitney's face alternated between blue and white...

All of a sudden, Whitney stomped her foot, making a hole in the floorboards.