Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 2252

"Jens, when I saw you and Quinton together, there was a dark cloud hovering over your head. Dark clouds mean danger. You have to be more aware of him," said Savannah. Jenson said, "How much longer are you planning to deceive others?"

Savannah did not answer him.

Jenson's cold gaze swept across her face. "Are you mute now?"

Savannah timidly said, "I thought you didn't want me to speak?"

Jenson was incredibly speechless.

Savannah said meaningfully, "Jens, do you truly not believe in my words, or are you just refusing to believe me?"

Jenson grew silent from her question.

When he thought of his mother's soul that transmigrated, he could not completely deny what Savannah was saying.

What Jenson did not believe in was actually Savannah's ability.

She was merely an ordinary silly little girl. Jenson refused to believe that the girl really had the spiritual

power to foretell the future.

Moreover, he was a little resistant. The girl had predicted that they would end up together in the future, so if Savannah really had such an ability to foretell the future... Frankly speaking, it was still difficult for Jenson to accept.

He glanced at Savannah, thinking how irritating it would be to spend a lifetime with this thin girl who was nothing special to look at.

The more he thought about it, the more flustered Jenson became. The pen in his hand was scratching vigorously on the notepad. After a few more strokes and more lines were formed, Jenson found that he had drawn a portrait of a girl.

She looked to be about 17 to 18 years old. She was beautiful, alluring, and incredibly dazzling. Her eyes would seem to flash whenever he looked at the portrait. It was as though the entire Milky Way was in her eyes.

It was Whitney.

Jenson was startled. What was going on with him these days? Why was he frequently thinking of her?

If he were to count the time they had been apart, it had been four years now. She was already a woman in her early 20s, so she would have started dating long ago.

Perhaps she had even found her true Prince Charming. Perhaps she was married with children

now.

No...

Jenson recalled that when they parted, he had set a trap for her and sent her into a class for feminine arts. Would it be easy for Whitney, someone who was skilled with knives and guns, to graduate from feminine arts?

Perhaps she was still locked up in Legendary Youth Academy's feminine arts class? She was probably feeling vexed and cursing at him for setting this trap for her.

Savannah caught a glimpse of the smile spreading on Jenson's face. Slightly curious, she secretly stood up and took the portrait on Jenson's table from behind.

Seeing Whitney's portrait, Savannah was dumbstruck by her breathtaking beauty. Whitney's beauty which was blatant and obvious at a glance was different from Savannah's. Meanwhile, Savannah was a pretty daughter from a humble family. She was sweet-tempered yet quickwitted.

Savannah felt bitter in her heart and asked with jealousy, "Do you like her, Jenson?"

"Yes," Jenson blurted out.

As soon as he said it, Jenson felt inexplicably embarrassed.

Savannah carefully returned the portrait to Jenson and said, "Since she's the girl you fancy, she must be a very good person. I'll return the portrait to you so you can keep it." However, Jenson tore Whitney's portrait to pieces and threw the scraps into the trash can.

Savannah was bewildered. "Why did you do that, Jens?"

Jenson replied, "She's in my heart and that's enough for me."

Upon hearing this, Savannah felt that every cell in her body was permeating with jealousy.

She sat back in her seat silently and sighed in despair.

She felt a sense of helplessness as though there would always be someone better than her who would outshine her at every turn.

It was so bitter...

She wanted to cry...

Tears were starting to well up in her eyes.

Savannah secretly said to herself dejectedly, 'Jens, you have no idea that I'm even willing to exchange ten years of my life for you.'