True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)
Chapter 1785

There was dead silence from his end.

Looking at her quiet phone, Leah smiled.

"Was I right?" She asked again.

She could see him typing, and typing, as if he was hesitating with his words.

She felt like he was hesitating.

Leah felt amused. Perhaps her words had left him speechless.

Anyway, she wasn't bothered either. She was indeed mad at Hogan that day.

She might have unknowingly vented her anger out on this man.

Hogan was nothing but a jerk.

As for this man writing her sequel, Leah didn't feel like talking much to him either.

She believed that she would be leaving a bad impression behind after this conversation.

Perhaps he would even stop admiring her.

Yet, seeing that he was still typing, Leah wondered if she really did scare him off.

Although he was still typing, Leah still sent him another message, "Can't you just spill it already?"

She noticed that he stopped typing. Perhaps he saw her message.

After a while, he was typing again.

Then, a paragraph was sent.

"You said men are all the same. You've concluded every single man on this planet. I replace it unfair. I don't know what you went through that made you hate men this much."

"But I still replace it inappropriate for you to generalize us all. I hope you can still replace something good in others. I'm sure the person who hurt you would feel sorry seeing you acting like this too." Leah was startled for a while before bursting into laughter. Why would Hogan feel sorry for her?

Besides, she wouldn't be bothered too.

He was a jerk.

Even if Hogan really felt sorry, Leah wouldn't care about him.

A jerk like him would never feel sorry for hurting someone. She was curious to know when did Hogan become like this too. Or perhaps he was always like this, but he hid it well all this time.

Leah thought for a moment and replied, "A jerk would never feel sorry. If he does, he wouldn't have hurt others in the first place. A jerk will always be a jerk. He's heartless and cruel. You are defending men yet you don't even care about the girls who had their hearts broken. Aren't you being reckless too?"

He sent her a sweating emoji.

Leah replied, "I heard from Victoria that you're a man. I want to ask you something. You will get married someday, won't you?"

"Even if you won't get married, you will still date and sleep around too, am I right? I hope you will treat women right. Your writing is pretty good, and you can totally write your own books. I hope you won't end up as a jerk. Let's stop here."

Leah put her phone away and ignored his messages.

She started studying her law books.

It didn't take long before she received a call.

She glanced at it. It was her classmate Lydia. She picked up and Lydia asked, "Leah, are you back yet? Did you arrive safely?"

Leah said, "I've been home for quite some time now. Shouldn't you have called me like an hour ago? I've already taken my shower."

Lydia laughed. "I forgot. I heard that some handsome man was threatening our guy, asking him to take his hand off of you, and even saying you're his woman. Who was it?"

Hearing this, Leah thought of Ernest again. Her gaze turned bitter as she let out a wry smile. "He's a lunatic."

"Lunatic?" Lydia was shocked. "Leah, you are lying again, aren't you? He's obviously your boyfriend. You went to London for him, didn't you? If he's as handsome as described, how can he be a lunatic?" Leah felt a little embarrassed. Ernest was definitely a lunatic, yet she was upset at the fact that he liked Celeste, hence addressing him this way.

This could be considered as a personal attack, but then Ernest wasn't here to hear it either.

Leah said even more unscrupulously, "He's really nothing but a lunatic. Yes, he has great looks, but he doesn't think straight. I feel bad for him too."

"You can stop the act. I heard that he's definitely not a lunatic," Lydia retorted.

Leah secretly stuck out her tongue and changed the topic.

"Alright, enjoy yourselves. Don't worry about me. I'm busy now," she said.

"Look at you, changing the topic. He's certainly your boyfriend." Lydia laughed. "You are too shy to admit it, aren't you? Well, just remember to bring your boyfriend along and treat us to a meal. Otherwise, we won't spare you."

Leah said deliberately, "I can't hear you. The signal is bad here. I'll end the call."

She immediately hung up the phone and her heart was beating wildly.

She could never hide anything from Lydia.

Looking at her phone, she received several messages from that guy.

Every interval between each message was several minutes.

The first message read, "I hope you won't trap yourself in this dilemma. I believe you are someone with an open mind."

Leah shrugged. Was she open-minded?

The second message read, "If you think that your boyfriend is cheating on you, shouldn't you approach him instead of convincing yourself of this?"

Leah was dumbfounded.

He was obviously shielding for his own kind.

She continued to read.

The third message said, "If you refuse to trust him and let your misunderstandings grow deeper, won't you feel sorry to end things like this?"

Leah frowned again.

The fourth message said, "It's rude to call someone a jerk before you get the full picture. It's humiliating. If he didn't do this on purpose, if this was just your misunderstanding, it's even more humiliating." The fifth message took a longer interval.

He asked her, "Are you not replying at all?"

Leah was so angry that she started typing right away.

"Look at you making everything sound so much better. Let me ask you one thing then. If a guy slept around and got someone pregnant, only to let her terminate the pregnancy after replaceing out, he isn't sorry at all. What would you call him then if not a jerk? Do you think that it was her fault to risk her life for him? Well, technically, yes, because she fell for that jerk. You're talking about misunderstanding, I see that you must be making similar excuses too when you're caught cheating on your girlfriend. I see it now. You're a jerk too. Who knows? You might have even done the same thing to defend a jerk."

Leah let out a sigh of relief after sending out this message.

"He's a jerk," Leah added. Hogan was the biggest jerk of all.

She had always felt this way.

There was a reply from the guy. He asked, "Are you pregnant?"

Leah was dumbfounded. "Are you out of your mind?"