Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) -
Chapter 2238
Savannah chased after Jenson like a shadow and jabbered on, "Buddy, you have to believe me. I'm not simply striking up a conversation with you. I've studied metaphysics and physiognomy. I'm well-versed in calculating one's riches and honor too. Moreover, I'm adept in geomancy. I'm expected to stumble into my one true love in the southeast direction. That person is you. You have to believe me here. If everything goes well, we'll get married in the future."
Jenson merely thought that there was an annoying fly buzzing around his ears and he could not take it anymore. He finally stopped and looked at Savannah scornfully with a cold face, saying, "You're not my type. Plus, I have a girlfriend."
Not only did Savannah not get frustrated but she also became more courageous instead. "You're lying.
You're currently a freshman. How can you have a girlfriend already? My master said that high school students can't date."
In order to prevent her from continuing to pester him, Jenson casually mentioned a name.
"My girlfriend's name is Whitney."
When he muttered this name, Jenson himself was
dumbfounded.
Whitney Cornelius, the girl from Legendary Youth Academy, had once brought a ray of sunshine into his life when he was the most desperate and helpless.
However, they were still children at the time.
Was a child's confession of love still valid to this day?
Furthermore, they had not seen each other for so many years. Had Whitney forgotten about him?
Savannah was taken aback, and a touch of disappointment spread across her face. A moment later, she became brave once more.
"The two of you aren't destined for each other, so your romantic relationship with her will never blossom into fruition. However, since I'm late, I won't blame you for loving another girl before me." Jenson rolled his eyes at her, utterly speechless.
Savannah blinked her innocent and bright eyes. Her smile was radiant.
"You haven't told me your name yet."
Jenson put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked forward with a gloomy face.
"Aren't you a fortune-teller? Why don't you ask the gods?"
Savannah took out her deck of tarot cards and began to ask questions.
Grayson, Andy, and the others who followed them from behind were petrified. They stood there stupidly.
Grayson pulled on his ear and asked Andy excitedly," What did you hear the young master say earlier?"
Andy replied, "He said that his girlfriend's name is Whitney."
Thirteen muttered, "When did Big Brother get a girlfriend?"
"Whitney. Whitney? It does sound like someone who's going to be a member of the Ares family," said Grayson with a smile.
Andy looked at the back of the bright and cheerful Savannah, saying, "But I think Savannah is more suited to be a member of the Ares family."
Whenever the two got into a disagreement, neither of them would admit defeat.
Andy glared at Grayson fiercely. "Why do you have to express a different view from me in everything? Haven't you heard that a real man doesn't fight with women? Will you die if you let me win one time?"
Grayson said, "Pah! Don't curse me with dying or anything of the sort."
Jenson and Savannah were gradually walking farther away, so Grayson and the others hurried to catch up.
Then, they heard Savannah's chattering again.
"It seems like your life is quite an ominous one, but fortunately, your father named you well and your misfortune turns out to be a blessing instead. Therefore, your life is going to be long and prosperous. But you're quite unlucky in the love department and will fall in love with a girl you'll never get to have..."
Jenson's face was full of gloom.
Since Savannah was not an expert in discerning one's body language and facial expressions, she continuously muttered on the side, "I got it now. Your name must be Jenson."
Grayson, Andy, and the others behind them started admiring Savannah. Andy was filled with praises as she said, "That's so amazing!"
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