Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1869

After hanging up, Cooper's ear was still tingling from the hot breath Jennie had just blown against it. A strange sensation washed over him. "Jennie, could you try having some manners?"

Jennie, who was currently eating dinner, scoffed. "Well, who told you to keep me from talking to my sweetie?"

Whenever Princess Kristen went anywhere, she was strictly followed by two bodyguards.

Cooper glared at her. "If your brother had this kind of ridiculous entourage back in the day, he wouldn't have survived."

Jennie rolled her eyes. "He's the crown prince. Of course it's different."

Everyone at the university knew that after Prince Owen returned to his home country, he still held a deep affection for the school, which was why he had sent his younger sister here to study.

Oddly enough, both siblings seemed completely obsessed with following Cooper around.

Rumors were flying that Cooper's brother-in-law was the legendary Andre Cedillo. "Is the royal family just trying to suck up to Andre? Is that why they're clinging to his brother-in-law?"

Sitting in the dining hall, Jennie wiped her mouth after finishing her meal. "Are you absolutely sure you don't want to be my royal consort?"

Cooper sneered. "Are you really that desperate for a man?"

"Where I'm from, if you're not married by eighteen, you're considered an old maid."

Cooper deadpanned. "Then enjoy life as a spinster."

He picked up his tray and stood up. "Take your tray to the return counter."

Jennie stood up, completely ignoring her tray, and prepared to walk away.

Cooper shot her a look, and Jennie glared right back, brushing past him. She wasn't carrying her tray, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Refusing to indulge her bratty behavior, Cooper saw her bodyguards reaching for the tray and immediately barked, "Nobody touch it."

The bodyguards froze, too terrified to move. Prince Owen had given strict orders: in this school, Cooper's authority was equal to the Princess's.

When Cooper reached for her again, Jennie bolted.

Cooper stared at her retreating figure, completely speechless with rage. "Run, then! Let's see if you understand a single word this afternoon without me there to translate!"

After yelling, he furiously grabbed Jennie's tray and slammed it down at the return station.

Since she was studying abroad, her afternoon class was taught by an elderly professor with an incredibly thick accent. It took Jennie extra time just to translate and comprehend the material in her head, let alone decipher an accent she couldn't understand. Taking this class on her own was like trying to read ancient hieroglyphics. Every single time, she had to drag Cooper to class with her just to translate.

But since she had run off today, Cooper had no intention of showing up.

When the afternoon class started, the other students automatically left the seat next to Jennie empty, knowing full well her 'personal translator' would be taking it.

In fact, it wasn't just Jennie. Quite a few other students were relying on her 'translator' to show up and help them out too.

They waited and waited. The professor finally walked into the room, and Cooper was still nowhere to be seen.