Heart Stolen by A Heartless Man novel Chapter 22

Hattie pulled up her smile. "Let's go then, I'll go back with you first."

Jensen nodded and tried to hold her hand.

But his hand was avoided by Hattie.

Jensen looked at her in dismay, "Hattie…"

"Let's go." Hattie smiled and acted as if nothing had happened.

Jensen's eyes dimmed, and he silently walked forward and opened the car door for Hattie.

When they got into the car, Jensen drove out slowly.

…

At Jensen's home.

After simply packing some clothes, Jensen was about to leave with Hattie.

Hattie followed him without saying anything.

Jensen looked at her calm face, and after holding back for a long time, he asked, "Hattie, don't you have any questions for me?"

"Hmm? What?" Hattie snapped out of her trance, looking toward him.

"Don't you even ask me where I'm taking you?" Jensen asked.

"It doesn't matter where we go. You won't sell me out, I'm relieved to follow you," Hattie's smile was pure and clean.

She just felt that the only person she could rely on and trust now was Jensen.

Jensen looked at her smile, and his heart suddenly missed a beat.

Did she mean that it didn't matter where they went as long as she was with him?

Anyway, her words made him feel better.

Jensen curled his eyes with a smile, "Well, let's go."

…

Meanwhile, Morgan group.

In Greyson's office.

With an unlit cigarette in his mouth, Greyson stood in front of the French window, silently overlooking the city.

The city was a bustling place with heavy traffic on the street while people were brushing against each other, each with a different life.

He curled his lips in self-deprecation, thinking he was simply crazy. He wasn't yet old, yet he was standing here thinking about the truth of life.

He took out the cigarette in his mouth and held it between his fingers. When he was about to return to his desk to continue his work, his phone suddenly rang.

Greyson answered the phone directly without looking at the caller ID. "Hello, this is Greyson."

The tone of the speaker on the other end of the phone was urgent, "Young master, we've found out what you asked us to investigate!"

When Greyson listened to the urgent tone of his subordinate, he was actually anxious within, but he still pretended to look indifferent, "Say it."

"You've accused Miss Moss wrongly! She…she's a good person!" The subordinate hadn't had time to adjust his emotions, but only came up with this sentence.