Hypnotizing Love novel Chapter 896

 

But it didn’t matter. What mattered was Connor Stockert's reaction when he mentioned Jared's mother.

 

The nostalgia and affection in his eyes, it was not like he was faking it.

 

So, Connor Stockert was still in love with Jared's mother?

 

Only, so what if he was still in love?

 

And he cheated on Jared's mother when he was in love with her.

 

Now that she was gone, what was the use of him being so devoted?

 

tt would move no one but himself.

 

Outsiders like them, they just felt like they ate shit.

 

With that in mind, Connor Stockert spoke again.

 

He twirled his thumb and smiled apologetically at Amber, “I'm sorry. Old people like to reminisce. I'm sure young people

would think I'm a wordy guy, right?”

 

Amber pulled the corners of her mouth in a half-smile, “Mr. Stockert, you're overthinking this, but we really should get down

to business.”

 

The implication was, don't waste any more time talking about his past.

 

She didn't want to know anything about his past. She was violently disgusted.

 

Connor Stockert, of course, couldn't have missed it. He was still smiling, but his smile did not seem genuine.

 

He held out his hand to the assistant beside him.

 

Out of nowhere, his assistant pulled out a walking stick, no longer than an arms length at most, and respectfully handed it to Connor Stockert.

 

Connor Stockert placed his cane on the ground and placed his hands on top of the head of the cane.

 

With his cane, Connor Stockert finally made Amber feel like the patriarch of an extended family, rather than a simple scholar.

 

This was what Connor Stockert really looked like when he talked to people.

 

Amber thought, as she pursed her red lips, feeling more wary.

 

Connor Stockert's real pose at this point clearly showed that he was getting serious.

 

Well, she couldn't afford to be swayed by Connor Stockert.

 

After all, she was no match for Connor Stockert. Connor Stockert, two decades older than her and a dozen years in charge of a family, was a sophisticated crafty scoundrel.

 

As a green girl, she was sure to fall short if she was not careful.

 

At the same time, she was looking forward to a confrontation with such a crafty scoundrel so as to enhance her knowledge and grow up.

 

Chances like that were rare.

 

Amber took a long breath and tried to compose herself.

 

Otherwise, she would be in trouble if he caught her weak spot.

 

Amber pinched her palms and lowered her eyes, trying to stay calm and not show that she was anxious.

 

Opposite, Connor Stockert wondered what Amber was thinking. His handed groped for the head on his crutch, and though his expression was always mild, there was a slight surprise behind it.

 

He was amazed at how calm the young woman could be.

 

After all, he had just made a conscious effort to gain the upper hand over the young woman for the rest of the conversation.