Hypnotizing Love novel Chapter 785

After all, an image is something you can't mess around with; it has to be kept up.

It's especially not something like that; it's even more important not to be noticed; otherwise, how embarrassing.

With that in mind, Amber pursed her lips again.

Over there, Jared arrived at the office door, grabbed the handle and turned it, unlocking the door.

The person outside the door was indeed Ben.

Ben smiled respectfully at Jared when he saw him and then lifted the oversized food box in his hand, "Mr. Farrell, your and Miss Reed's lunch has arrived."

Jared had now put away his excellent mood and faced Ben with another grim, dark face.

He gave Ben a cold sweep and said in an impatient voice, "Why are you so late?"

If this man had come a little earlier, he would not have interrupted him and Amber.

But this man had come not too early, not too late, just in time to spoil his day.

How could he make him look good?

Ben saw Jared snapping at him, while he was confused, blinking with a dumbfounded look, "I ... wasn't late; I brought your lunch over as soon as it arrived."

So, how can you call this late?

It hadn't been half an hour, had it?

It hadn't even been half an hour, and Mr. Farrell thought he was late, so he was treating him like a flash?

Ben felt a little aggrieved, but at the same time, something didn't feel right.

Mr. Farrell was not the kind of person who would say he was late for no reason.

But Mr. Farrell was saying that at this time.

There must be some particular reason for this.

What was it?

Ben looked suspiciously past Jared and saw behind him.

On the couch, Amber was sitting there, not far behind him, sipping her coffee elegantly but with an unnatural stiffness to the elegance.

It was as if she had done something wrong and was trying to conceal her panic and keep her composure.

After all, Miss Reed hadn't even looked towards him but kept her head down, which was not Miss Reed's usual style either, reinforcing that Miss Reed was being vain about something.

Ben couldn't tell exactly what was on her mind yet, so he turned his attention to Jared.

And noticing that Mr. Farrell's tie was missing, the collar of his shirt was crumpled as if someone had scratched it with their hands, and there was something red on Mr. Farrell's throat that looked like he had been bitten.

Wait, a bite?

Ben's eyes widened, and it all became clear at once.

No wonder Mr. Farrell said he was late and was black-faced at him.

He had come at the wrong time to disturb Mr. Farrell in the middle of something.

Ben was instantly embarrassed and asked with a strained smile, "Well, Mr. Farrell, this lunch ..."

"Put it in." Without looking at him, Jared turned and headed for the office.

Ben sighed and followed him in with his head down, knowing that Mr. Farrell didn't like him at the moment.

He didn't dare to look around on the way in for fear he might see something he shouldn't.