Hypnotizing Love
Chapter 987 Ben's Heart Spit

"No need." Amber hurriedly waved her hand before he could come over, "I'm not a cripple, why do I need you to carry me over?"

With that, he looked down and started putting on his shoes.

Jared stood beside her and raised a good-looking eyebrow, "Really?"

"No really." She nodded as she put on her slippers.

Jared chortled, "Okay then, I'll see if you can make it on your own?"

I don't know if it's my own illusion, but Amber actually heard a mocking implication from his words.

She looked up at him for a moment, did not see anything, shook off some dizzy head, "How can I not go? You watch, I'm sure I can." With that, the change jerked to his feet.

As a result, just after standing up, her legs instantly went weak and her body lunged forward.

Amber's face changed in fear and she screamed out in horror.

Jared saw this, but did not panic and took a step forward, opened his arms and caught her directly.

Amber collapsed into his arms, smelling the mint scent of his body and feeling the warmth of his arms, which was a great relief. Fortunately, did not fall.

If you fall straight down, face down, it is estimated that the teeth are going to fall out.

"How's it going, is everything okay?" Jared carried the woman back to the edge of the bed.

Amber sat back down and shook her head in shock, "It's okay."

"Now do you know why I'm carrying you there?" Jared stood in front of her, wrapping his arms around her and looking at her snidely.

Amber's little face flushed, "You knew I'd be like this?"

Jared was noncommittal.

How crazy he had to be last night, he knew in his own mind.

Otherwise, she can't be like a mad kitten, biting and scratching at him.

Therefore, he also knew exactly what kind of situation she would be in when she woke up the next day, which is why he prepared early and was ready to take care of her. But she's good, she doesn't want him to take care of her, she has to do it herself.

And what happened? A lesson learned?

Thinking, Jared looked at the stubborn little woman and smiled helplessly, "Don't you want me to hold you now?"

Amber's lips pursed tightly and finally opened her arms, "Hug."

Forget it, she compromised.

Anyway, I can't walk with weak legs, someone wants to serve me, why not accept?

Looking at the woman with a casual, indifferent look, Jared's eyes flashed a hint of doting, bending down to pick her up horizontally and walking in the direction of the bathroom.

He knew she was consistently thin-skinned and easily shy, so he didn't offer to help her undress and guard her words on the toilet, but carried her into the bathroom and made sure she could stand up holding onto something, then went out and waited outside.

To be honest, Amber was relieved to see the man out.

She was really afraid that men would say things like watching her go to the bathroom.

After all, with a man's thick skin, it's not like it's impossible.

The good thing is, men don't do that.

Amber exhaled lightly, opened the toilet lid and started to use the toilet.

Jared leaned against the wall by the bathroom door and waited for her. When he heard the sound of water filling from inside, he stood up straight and opened the door to enter.

"Okay?" Jared stood in the doorway, still holding the bathroom door handle in his hand.

Amber held the edge of the sink and came to the sink, "No yet, ready to wash up."

Jared nodded, "Then you wash, and I'll wait for you."

After saying that, he sent the door handle to open the door and walked over.

This time, instead of waiting outside, he chose to wait by her side.

Amber also does not care about him, after all, she did not go to the toilet, just washing, and not afraid of him to look, as long as he does not disturb her and mess up. Women spend more time washing up, some washing down, half an hour has passed.

But Jared waited without complaint, and even watched her from start to finish.

Amber was wiping her face and was so stressed out by him that she finally couldn't help herself and asked, "What are you looking at me for?"

From the time she washed up, she was looking at it, and now she is not taking her eyes off it.

"My wife is good looking, so I couldn't resist looking." Jared said with hooked lips.

Amber grunted, "Don't bother."

Jared laughed low and was about to speak again when the doorbell rang.

There was no way out, he frowned and had to turn his mouth, "It should be the hotel sending food up, I'll go check."

Amber waved her hand, gesturing for him to hurry.

He continued to stare at her here, and she was embarrassed to wipe her face.

Jared turned around and went out, leaving the door open.

Outside the door stood, not the hotel attendant delivering the meal, but Ben.

Ben saw him and pushed up his glasses with a smile, "Mr. Farrell, good afternoon."

Jared gave a faint umph in response.

Ben didn't mind facing his indifferent attitude.

After all, it's all about getting used to it.

He would be horrified if Mr. Farrell responded to him with enthusiasm one day.

Furthermore, he is a subordinate and does not expect his boss to treat him well.

"Mr. Farrell, these are the clothes you asked me to bring for you and Miss Reed this morning." Said Ben, handing the two bags in his hand to Jared. Handed at the same time, the heart does not forget to spit these two play really open.

Home is not enough to tumble, actually all run to the hotel to tumble.

Really know how to play.

Of course, the heart thinks so, the mouth and face do not dare to express so, or he was afraid that he could not walk out of the door of this hotel. But when it comes to this hotel, Ben is tired.

This oddly shaped hotel building, with pink decoration throughout, almost made him faint when he looked at it.

God knows how much courage it took for him to step through the doors of this hotel when he arrived here.

He is a social elite, ah, the social elite in suits, cold and breezy, neat and tidy commercial office building, should be his access to the place. What's the deal with getting him in and out of places like this now?

If he did not dare to disobey the order, he really did not want to enter this gate and just turn his head and leave.

This kind of place, simply does not fit with his kind of social elite well.

To top it off, Mr. Farrell and Miss Reed actually came to this kind of place last night for excitement.

How do they come up with places like this?

Didn't Mr. Farrell feel any pressure when he entered this hotel at that time?

Or did Mr. Farrell not replace the hotel at all odd?

"Okay, here's the stuff, go wait for us in the car." Jared took the bag and then started the rush.

Ben would not have wanted to stay in such a place much longer, and hearing this, he nodded his head in response, "Yes, I'm leaving now."

With those words, he quickly turned around in excitement and headed for the elevator.

Just a few steps away, a man in a waiter's uniform, pushing the restaurant past him, finally stopped in front of Jared, "Sir, this is the meal you asked for." Jared lifted his chin slightly, "I'll just push myself in."

"Okay." The waiter had obviously heard this from customers often, so he didn't push back on this and was quick to cut the food cart loose.

Jared put the two bags on the second level of the food cart, pulled it over the dining room railing, and just yanked it into the room and closed the door.

Just as Jared was pushing the dining room to follow the table in the room, Amber's voice, had come from the left front.

Jared looked up and saw that Amber had come out of the bathroom holding the wall and was slowly walking towards him.

Jared hurriedly let go of the food cart, tense handsome face, striding over, "I thought I told you to wait for me inside? Why did you come out? Not afraid to fall?"

He bent down and picked her up horizontally.

Amber smiled, "Why would you, hold something along the way will not fall, I'm not looking at you half a day did not come back, plus after washing, do not want to stay in the bathroom, so I had to come out by themselves, do not worry, it will be fine."

"And what if something's wrong?" Jared looked down at her seriously, "Who can guarantee such things?"