Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 2317

Whitney walked toward Jens. Her big, beautiful pair of eyes revealed a sense of sadness as she stared straight at Jenson.

Jenson finally saw her face under the brim of her hat. That beautiful face of hers was staring at him angrily.

"Why are you trying to be brave with those lousy jack-o f-all-trades martial arts skills of yours? If I hadn't come today, you would've died right on the spot. Do you know that?" Whitney yelled at him.

Even though she disliked him showing off regardless o f his own life and death, Whitney still squatted in front of him and carefully inspected his wounds.

"Fortunately for you, there aren't any fatal wounds."

Jenson was already gasping at the moment. He did not even have the strength to speak. He merely stared at Whitney and her glaring eyes. He secretly thought t o himself, 'She's indeed a tigress.'

"Can you walk?" she asked.

Jenson could not even speak, so surely, he had zero strength to stand up.

Whitney lifted him up and said, "Let me give you a hand."

Then, she looked at the other sisters lying on the ground and blew a whistle. Soon, several other

instructors arrived.

"Send them all back," Whitney ordered.

Afterward, Whitney went back with Jenson on her back.

She carried Jenson all the way to her single-room dormitory and rummaged for some ointment before applying it to Jens' wounds.

Once the cooling ointment was applied to his skin, the sharp pain Jenson felt was immediately relieved and his strength was somewhat restored.

"Thank you." He finally managed to mutter the two words to Whitney.

Whitney said in a standoffish manner. "No need for that. You're my student, so it's my duty to save you."

Jenson was slightly stunned. This ice queen was not a s lively and cute as before.

How incredibly boring.

Although Whitney had a bad attitude toward him, she still very diligently took great care of Jens.

"Are you hungry?" she asked.

Jens nodded at her.

Whitney said, "Then I’ll cook a packet of instant noodles."

Jenson was never a big fan of these junk foods with many additives, so he frowned slightly.

"I like gentle girls," said Jens.

Whitney gritted her teeth in anger...

"How am I not gentle?!" She roared at him with her hands on her hips.

Jens looked at her, utterly speechless.

Whitney realized that she might not be the gentle type after all and silently put her hands down.

"I can change."

“First, don’t go yelling at me." This was extremely important to him.

The male chauvinist Jenson hoped that he would be the husband who could guide his wife.

Whitney's face flushed with anger. "Who'd indulge you?! Go ahead and do whatever you like."

Jenson said, "What's the matter with you? You were alright earlier. Why'd you suddenly get upset?"

Finally, Whitney vented out her rage and unburdened herself. “You're surrounded by those girls all day long a s if your life depends on it. When did you become such a lover boy?!”