Sir Ares, Goodnight

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."

between laughter and

had not changed

she was thinking inside her heart. She would never twist

not stand her. Anyone would be afraid of not being able

should not be hanging out inside a narrow room like this.

special medication of mine, you'll end up disabled

please give me a bottle of

Whitney's eyes widened in

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?" sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access

I won't be going to the infirmary. But if anyone starts

to gossip about me? I'll kill

Jenson sighed.

put up

attention to your words,

"What does it matter to you how I speak? It's not like you're marrying me

Jenson,"..."

able to change that violent temper of yours,