Hypnotizing Love

Chapter 223 Trenton's Anger

Jared's thin lips moved. He wanted to say that he fell in love with Makenna because he saw the good

characteristics of Makenna in those letters.

However, he couldn't say it no matter how hard he tried.

"Does Makenna have those good characteristics?"

Of course, her second personality didn't have them, but even if it was Makenna's main personality, he

suddenly realized that he couldn't find any virtues in it. On the contrary, she had a lot of shortcomings,

such as being narrow-minded, petty, easy to get jealous.

In short, Makenna in sight was completely inconsistent with the lively, kind, and joyful girl he had known

through the letters.

In fact, he felt tired from loving her now, but he had already sworn to make Makenna happy for a

lifetime.

Therefore, even if he could not love her, he would not give up on her.

Unless, Makenna was not the person who had exchanged letters with him, but was it possible?

A hint of self-mockery flashed across Jared's eyes. In a flash, he took a glass of wine from the waiter's

tray and replied, "Love is love. You can't explain it."

"With all due respect, Mr. Farrell is so outstanding that you shouldn't have fallen in love with a woman

like Miss Gardner. And I don't believe that Mr. Farrell can't tell what kind of person Miss Gardner is."

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Jared pursed his lips and said, "I know, but I promised Makenna."

"Mr. Farrell is really a faithful man. But to be honest, I hope that Mr. Farrell can leave Miss Gardner.

She is not suitable for you, and she didn't deserve you. She can't compare with your ex-wife at all. The

most important thing is that she will make a big mistake one day. I hope Mr. Farrell can think about it

carefully." After saying that, Mrs. Furnham turned and left.

She said all this because of Old Mrs. Farrell. When she was young, she had been bullied by her

mother-in-law and Old Mrs. Farrell had helped her a lot. That was why she came to persuade Jared.

As for whether Jared would accept it or not, it was none of her business.

Jared looked at Mrs. Furnham walking away with pondering gaze.

After a while, he finished drinking the wine, took out his mobile phone, and sent a message to Amber:

I'm sorry about what happened tonight.

Amber was sitting in the car, talking to Jeremy and Cole. Suddenly, her cell phone rang. She took it out

and frowned.

Jeremy, who was driving, saw the impatience on her face through the rearview mirror and asked,

"Amber, who is it?"

"Jared." Amber answered.

Cole, who was sitting in the passenger seat, quickly turned his head, "What is his purpose?"

"I don't know. He sent me a message. Let me have a look." Amber clicked on Jared's text message.

Looking at the message, she sneered.

Cole took her phone, read the text and rolled his eyes, "He apologized for Makenna again. In the past

few months, he has apologized for Makenna several times. He's not tired of it, but I'm. Baby, I'll reply it

for you."

As he spoke, he started typing, while reading the content out loud, "If you really feel sorry for me, put

Makenna into prison, which shows that you mean it. This kind of apology doesn't help at all and lacks

sincerity. I don't want it. And send!"

Cole returned the phone to Amber, "What do you think about my reply, baby?"

"Not bad." It was rare for Amber to encourage him.

Cole was overjoyed.

Jeremy rolled his eyes at him and said immediately, "Amber, actually, I can reply too."

"I believe you, but you'd better focus on driving. Don't look around. It's dangerous." Amber patted the

driver's seat.

Jeremy replied with a grievance.

Cole smiled smugly at him.

Jeremy ignored him.

At the banquet, Jared narrowed his eyes when he saw Amber's reply.

At a glance, he could tell that this was not the reply from Amber.

After the divorce, Amber's attitude towards him had been extremely indifferent. She wouldn't reply so

many words once she knew that he was the one who had sent the message, on the contrary, she

would only reply in a succinct manner.

So was it Jeremy or Cole who replied it?

Where are they now? Was it in their house or in Amber's house?

However, he didn't care about who replied it, regardless whether they were in their house or in Amber's

house.

Jared felt uncomfortable and wanted to crush his phone.

He rubbed the space between his eyebrows and suppressed his anger. He typed: Where's Amber?

Amber read Jared's text and raised her eyebrows in surprise.

He knew that the text message was not sent by her.

But so what? She didn't need to explain to him.

There was mockery in her eyes. Then, she locked her phone and ignored the message.

Jared waited for several minutes, but he didn't get any text. He knew that Amber wouldn't reply, so he

narrowed his thin lips into a straight line.

What was she doing? Why didn't she text back?

Was she busy? Was Jeremy or Cole there?

Bang!

Jared slammed the glass in his hand on the table with a pale face.

Suddenly, the column of the glass broke.

The broken crack cut his palm, and wine flowed down mixed with his blood.

Not far away, the waiter saw him and quickly came over. "Mr. Farrell, are you alright? I'll call the doctor

for you."

"No need." Jared took out a tissue and wiped the wound on his hand indifferently.

As if he could not feel the pain, he wiped the wound and threw the tissue away. Then he took out a

decorative handkerchief from his chest pocket and casually wrapped his palm as a bandage.

"I have to go. Please tell Mrs. Furnham for me."

After that, he put his hand in his trouser pocket and strode away.

He couldn't think of what Amber, Jeremy and Cole were doing. As long as he thought about it, he felt

inexplicably violent.

Therefore, he had to find Amber to see what they were doing.

Along the way, Jared drove very fast.

Just as he was about to reach Kelsington Bay, his phone suddenly rang.

Jared frowned impatiently and answered the phone. Without looking at the name, he answered,

"Hello?"

"Jared, it's me."

Trenton's voice came from the phone.

Jared controlled the steering wheel with one hand and asked, "Uncle, what's the matter?"

"I want you to come take a look at Makenna." Trenton sighed and replied.

"What's wrong with Makenna?" Jared's tone was surprisingly flat.

Trenton was stunned.

What's going on? Shouldn't he be worried and nervous?

Why was he so calm?

However, Trenton felt that he was just overthinking. He pinched his nose and said, "It's because of

what happened at the banquet, which made Makenna feel ashamed. After coming back, she locked

herself in the room and cried loudly. She didn't come out no matter how hard I tried to persuade her. As

a father, I am worried about her health, so I had no choice but to call you. You can comfort her and

apologize to her."

Jared pursed his lips, "I can understand why you asked me to go comfort Makenna, but why should I

apologize? I don't think I need to apologize to Makenna."

"Why not?" Trenton's face turned cold. "At the banquet, Makenna was mocked by Amber and the

others. As her fiancé, you didn't help her. Don't you think you owe her an apology?"

Hearing that, Jared's face turned grim.

Was that how the Gardner family thought?

They didn't admit their mistake and even wanted him to help them.

Why hadn't he never noticed before that the Gardner family was so... shameless!

"Uncle, the truth is on the table. Makenna framed Amber and Makenna wore the wrong clothes. Since

she has done something wrong, she should admit her mistake, not letting me ignore her mistake and

defend her without reason. This is not love, but harm!" Jared replied in a deep voice.