Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 1082

Whitney widened her eyes and stared incredulously at Jenson. "You have a really unique preference, don't you, Jens? The etiquette class next door is at risk of being closed down. It's the only subject in the academy that no students want to enroll in."

At this moment, a girl from the etiquette class clad in professional attire sauntered over with much grace and poise.

As such, Jenson stared fixedly at the woman.

Furious, Whitney reached out to cover Jenson’s eyes.

"What's there to look at? Didn't you see her freckles?"

Jenson put her hand down and said, "One flaw can’t mar a piece of good jade."

Whitney was very upset. She clearly had the body, the looks, and the intelligence. She was way better than the freckled girl.

Jenson actually liked girls with such an unprepossessing appearance?

Whitney was stirred, sounding as though she would rather die than be humiliated. "What does she know? It's just making tea and holding embroidery needles, right? I know how to do that too. Just you wait. I’ll sign up for the etiquette class tomorrow.”

Seeing that he had succeeded in making her fall into his trap, an artful smile flashed in Jenson's eyes. Despite that, he continued to coax her, saying," Etiquette and martial arts classes are conflicting disciplines. If you want to sign up for the etiquette class, then you have to leave the martial arts class. Can a girl like you pass the martial arts test, though?"

Whitney stroked Jenson's face. "Don't you think you’ve underestimated me? I would've graduated a long time ago had it not been because I want to stay and keep you company for a few more years."

Jenson pointed languidly in a direction using his chin. "The arena is over there. Go ahead then."

Whitney ran toward the arena.

Halfway, she suddenly turned back to Jenson and asked with concern, "Jens, what are you going to do if they bully you after I leave the martial arts class?

"Say, if your good-looking face is ruined by those stinky boys who don't know how to appreciate your beauty, then I'll cry myself to death."

Jenson's face was as black as coal.

His fists that were hidden away in his trouser pockets clenched firmly as he struggled to hold back his rage.