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."

was between laughter and

not changed

always be one to spit out whatever she was thinking inside her heart.

Anyone would be afraid of not being able to resist her

woman should not be hanging out inside a narrow

don't have this special medication of

said, "Then please give me a bottle of your

Whitney's eyes widened in

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But if anyone starts gossiping about this, you're not to blame

to gossip about me?

Jenson sighed.

able to put up with such a violent version of

attention to your words,

it matter to you how

Jenson,"..."

change that violent temper of yours, perhaps romance