Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 2318

Whitney's mouth started shooting off like a machine gun. She poured out all of her grievances and dissatisfaction.

"Weren't you cold and aloof before? You've completely changed after a few years. You smile at those girls all day long. Don't you know that your smile is very attractive? Aren't you afraid that they'll fall in love with you?"

Jens finally understood now. It seemed that Whitney had mistaken Baby Robbie for him.

However, Jens was worried that him and Baby Robbie swapping identities would violate the academy's rules, so naturally, he did not dare to expose such a secret to Whitney so easily. As Whitney had a simple heart and a straightforward personality, Jens was worried that she might not be able to control her mouth.

Jens jokingly said, "Ms. Cornelius, do you know that saying these words to a student is disgraceful behavior?"

This sort of tone was exactly the same as Baby Robbie's.

Whitney did not realize that the person in front of her and the person before this were twin brothers. She was merely extremely indignant about Jens'

estranged behavior with her.

She took out a handful of embroidery needles from her shirt and threw them angrily at Jens while saying, "So all the time I spent training with these embroidery needles is useless. If I had known that you'd forget about me, I... I wouldn't have allowed you to go home. I ... I would've just made you marry into my family."

Jens was between laughter and tears.

Whitney's personality had not changed at all.

She would always be one to spit out whatever she was thinking inside her heart. She would never twist and turn her words.

It was no wonder Baby Robbie could not stand her. Anyone would be afraid of not being able to resist her enthusiasm.

"Ms. Cornelius..." Jenson looked at the cramped room and thought that a man and a woman should not be hanging out inside a narrow room like this. He suggested, "How about sending me to the infirmary instead?"

Whitney said, "You're severely injured. If you don't have this special medication of mine, you'll end up disabled even if you don't die."

Jenson said, "Then please give me a bottle of your special medicine."

Whitney's eyes widened in

astonishment as she immediately hit him lightly She cussed, "Who do you think you are, you stinking brat? When you asked for the Cornelius family's Secret of Martial Arts back then, didn't so much as blink and secretly gave it to you. That's considered my token of love for you and you got yourself a great bargain, kiddo. Then, you turned around and completely forgot about me. Yet you're still expecting to get more from me? How dare you?"

Jenson said, "Then I won't be going to the infirmary. But if anyone starts gossiping about this, you're not to blame it on me."

Whitney said, "Who'd dare to gossip about me? I'll kill them."

Jenson sighed.

Who would be able to put up with such a violent version of Whitney?

"Please pay attention to your words, Ms. Cornelius."

Whitney said, "What does it matter to you how I speak? It's not like you're marrying me anyway."

Jenson,"..."

"If you're able to change that violent temper of yours, perhaps romance will come knocking."

Whitney's pupils flashed brightly all of a sudden. She ran over to Jens and asked very seriously, "So if I stop having such a potty mouth and become gentler, you'll marry me?"

Jens looked at Whitney's longing gaze. He thought that she must have been relying on this belief all these years to perfect her skills of throwing embroidery needles. For some odd reason, he nodded at her.

Whitney suddenly embraced him excitedly and cheered. "I knew it! I knew you still kept me in your heart."

Whitney's appearance at this

moment reminded Jenson of a

sweet young girl and he showed a slightly embarrassed expression Then, he said, "I'm just saying that there's a possibility. I'm not saying that I'll certainly be marrying you."

Whitney stared at him with her apricot eyes and asked, "Why?"

Jenson said, "It's because... marriage is a huge matter and I'd have to ask for my parents' opinion. My mother has a particular dislike toward violent girls. If you don't get her approval, then I can't marry you."