They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 451: Asking This Girl Out Like That?

“If I ever fall for a woman, I’ll court her directly. No time wasting. I want a wife, not a girlfriend.”

He said it with that unwavering seriousness that only Carl could manage.

So… this was his girlfriend?

Arthur didn’t say a word yet. But his silence was deafening.

The tension in the air grew sharper.

Jana could feel it, and her heart skipped.

Had she said too much?

Arthur’s eyes swept over Jana from head to toe, cold and unreadable. He wasn’t trying to be polite about it, his gaze was deliberate and clinical.

And frankly… unimpressed.

This is the girl Carl is supposedly dating?

She looked ordinary, painfully so. Her posture screamed arrogance trying to mask cowardice, and her eyes held the kind of pride that came from entitlement, not earned confidence.

Her manners were rough around the edges, and there was nothing remarkable about her presence. Not in grace. Not in elegance. Not even in boldness.

Carl? Attracted to this?

narrowed his

since Nnenna entered the picture, Arthur’s standards, though already high,

countless girls in the academy and beyond: some bold, some wild, others delicate and refined.

presence that demanded respect without trying… She was in a class

logic, his intense dislike for superficial women, this entire claim

comparing Jana to Nnenna, even in a vacuum, this girl wouldn’t have

choose from. And she certainly didn’t

wrong here, Arthur

about expelling a student anymore. No, this smelled

there was one thing Arthur couldn’t stand, it was someone playing games with him,

to toe. But then another thought slipped in, what

wife, without being sure. But

questions. If this girl really was one of those, the type who convinced themselves they were in a relationship just because they wanted to be, then it would come

two meet?” Arthur asked, his

taller, but she tried to match his presence with boldness. She had already rehearsed this answer for her henchgirls and the naive

year,” she said in a calm voice, laced with false innocence. “After the first day he taught our class, he

gave a faint tremble in her voice, the kind that could make anyone

brow slightly, his expression

was the perfect balance of vulnerability and pride, “w-we exchanged phone numbers. He said I could call him

Prince Carl, after all. I thought, yes, being associated with him would be good for someone like me… but I didn’t

murmured,

a faint blush and a little breathiness, like she was reliving a dreamy moment. “And he kept calling… until he finally asked me to be his girlfriend. He was

head slightly, as if shy and