Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 2319

"It can't be. Are you a so-called mommy's boy?" Whitney looked at Jenson disdainfully and said while pursing her lips.

Then, she retreated to stand farther away from Jens." My mother said that there are two kinds of men I shouldn't ever marry. One's a mommy's boy and the other is a conceited man. I think I have to re- evaluate our relationship."

Jenson was dumbfounded.

Just because he said something about asking his mother's approval, he managed to scare off Whitney, who was initially brave in chasing after love?

Was being a mommy's boy that terrifying to her?

"Then, you might as well take your time to think about it. There are plenty of excellent girls around me anyway, and there's a lot more queuing up for me," said Jenson proudly.

Whitney pouted upon hearing this. Since she was a child, she had been great at martial arts and her personality was too boyish, so no one ever liked her.

Hearing that Jenson was so popular with the opposite sex, she sensed an impending crisis once more.

She walked up to Jens, gritted her teeth, and said, "Alright. I'll accept it even if you're a mommy's boy. As

long as you're wholeheartedly mine in the future, I don't mind if you are one. I promise you, for your mother's sake, I...I will try to be gentle." Jenson gave her a slight smirk.

He was secretly complacent in his heart. 'I can surely fix that anyway.'

In the evening, Whitney cooked a bowl of instant noodles for Jenson.

Jens was lying on the bed steadily. He opened his mouth and said, "Feed me."

Whitney's apricot eyes widened once more. "Don't you have hands?"

"I'm injured," said Jenson.

"But your right hand isn't injured," replied Whitney.

Jenson sighed. "Don't you know how to take care of someone? If you don't, how can my mother hand her darling son over to you?"

Whitney was fuming and scoffed. "I'm getting a husband, not a young wife. Do I have to start treating you like some bratty king after marrying you?"

Jenson mischievously said, "More or less."

Whitney gritted her teeth in anger. However, seeing Jenson's incredibly handsome face, she suppressed her anger again.

She started picking up the noodles and fed them to Jenson.

"Ms. Cornelius, I heard that all the male instructors in the academy have a crush on you." Jenson never thought that there would come a day when he would become such a gossip. In any case, he was using Baby Robbie's identity, and that guy had such a vivacious temper. It was also appropriate for him to indulge in Baby Robbie's nature unscrupulously. Whitney was slightly taken aback. She quickly smacked her thigh while saying, "You're right! I have plenty of admirers myself." Afterward, she glanced proudly at Jenson.

Jenson looked upset now and said

gloomily, "My mother said that girls should be keeping themselves clean and have more self-respect. You shouldn't get entangled with boys, or you might cause a

misunderstanding with your

husband's family." Conte OV

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Whitney murmured, "My mother this and my mother that. You're clearly unweaned so you should head back inside your mother's womb."

Jenson retorted, "You're clearly not the type of daughter-in-law that my mother could come to like. Forget it, I shouldn't be wasting any energy on you, or my hopes and efforts will end up for naught."

Whitney liked Jenson. It was an extreme obsession and intoxication. How could she be willing to end everything just because of Jens' mother? "Okay, fine. I'll just listen to whatever your mother

says."

Jens was very satisfied with his transformation of Whitney.

Frankly, he did not think that it was

bad for Whitney to have such a bad for Whitney

staunch character. He was just faintly worried that since Whitney the Tigress, was so strong in martial arts that if even Baby Robbie was not a worthy opponent for her, then he certainly was not either.

Nonetheless, Jens, the male chauvinist, refused to be dragged around by a violent woman. Hence, he very wisely started to mess around with Whitney just to change her into a meek and virtuous woman.