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

personality had not

whatever she was thinking inside her heart. She

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

at the cramped room and thought that a man and a woman should not be hanging out

have this special medication of mine, you'll end up disabled

me a

Whitney's eyes widened in

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

infirmary. But if anyone

to gossip about me? I'll kill

Jenson sighed.

up with such a violent

attention to your

matter to you how

Jenson,"..."

temper of yours, perhaps romance