Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)
Chapter 561 Call Me Jared

"Really?" Jared raised his chin and decided to let it slide. He crouched down and dropped the high heels in front of her. "Put it on."

Amber nodded, leaning against the wall and ready to put on her shoes.

Then, Jared stood up, grabbed her hand, and put it on his shoulder.

Amber stared at him in shock. "What are you doing?"

"Supporting you," Jared answered.

"I can lean against the wall for support," Amber said, drawing her hand back.

Jared tightened the grasp on her hand. "The wall is cold. My shoulder is warm. I'll be your wall."

Hearing that, Amber chuckled helplessly. "You are really... Fine. Whatever."

With that, she just left her hand on his shoulder and started putting it on.

All strapped up, Amber retracted her hand. "Thank you, Mr. Wall."

Jared raised his eyebrows. "Mr. Wall?"

"Yeah. Didn't you say that you are a wall earlier? Mr. Wall seems like a fitting name for you." Amber taunted.

Jared smiled. "Whatever you like. But if you call me by my name, I would be even happier. Amber, next time, just call me Jared, no more 'Mr. Farrell', okay?" Seeing the glimmer of hope in his eyes, Amber didn't have the heart to refuse.

Amber turned her head to avoid his gaze. "Fine."

"Okay," Jared agreed.

He believed that she would address him more affectionately someday in the future.

"Let's move. I'll take you to Mr. Hahn." Jared checked the time. It was already 11 p.m.

If they didn't go now, everyone would be gone.

Amber came here to see Mr. Hahn. Hearing that, she agreed with a nodded.

They went into the elevator and headed to the lounge upstairs.

Jared stopped at the door of Mr. Hahn's lounge.

Seeing that, Amber was a little confused.

Just when she was about to ask if there was something wrong, he spoke first,

"Go on. I'll wait here. You said you want to seal this deal on your own. I'll leave you to it."

Mr. Hahn would sell it to her without hesitation if he saw Amber was with Jared.

That would be him throwing her the deal.

He didn't want to do that to her.

Amber soon came around. She said seriously, "Okay. I'll be out in a minute."

Jared was right. She did want to seal the deal herself.

It would be better if he just stayed outside.

If it were for his reminder, she would have forgotten about that.

"I believe in you. You can do it," Jared encouraged her with a smile.

Amber smiled back. "Thanks. I should go now."

"Okay," Jared hummed a reply.

After collecting herself, Amber took a deep breath, knocked on the door, then walked in.

Jared waited right where he was like a guard.

About half an hour later, Jared heard the doorknob being turned behind him.

He turned around to see Amber walk out of the door, looking thrilled.

Gazing at her excited face, his eyes softened. He smiled and asked, "How did it go?"

"Well, very well." Amber clenched her fists in excitement and continued, "At first, Mr. Hahn turned me down because he thinks that the scale of Goldstone is too small. But I persisted. Now, he is willing to make deal with me. I'll go to his company to sign the papers tomorrow."

"You are great." Jared gave her a thumbs up.

His girl was really something.

At first, she was merely a newbie who knows nothing at all. Gradually, she was able to handle some businesses of the company. Minutes ago, she sealed a deal with the CEO of a foreign enterprise on her own.

This huge transformation was accomplished by her in just a few months' time, which further validated her talent and hard work.

He believed, given time, she would grow more outstanding and dazzle everyone.

Amber beamed. "Thanks. I also think I'm great."

Jared put down his hand and chuckled. "Some girl just doesn't know what humble means."

"What? Being proud of ourselves is nothing to be ashamed of. As long as we aren't complacent, it is not a problem," Amber stroked her hair as she replied.

There was a soft light in his eyes. "True."

Amber met his gaze and froze.

She suddenly found him more and more gentle to her these days.

This reminded her of what he used to be like. That gentle young man in a white shirt.

Seeing Amber staring at him absent-mindedly, Jared reached out and waved in front of her. "What are you thinking about?"

Amber was still in a daze. Hearing that, she answered subconsciously, "I thought of what you used to be like."

"What I used to be like?" Jared squinted.

A chill ran down her spine, and she quivered a little, finally coming around. "Sorry... Where was I?"

"You said you just thought of what I used to be like." Jared continued, "Amber, what was I like in your eyes?" What was he like?

Amber looked down on the floor.

He was the nicest, gentlest, and the most charming young man she had ever seen.

When she first saw him, she got butterflies in her stomach. She had never seen a man charming as Jared.

After they got married, the gentle prince charming suddenly morphed into this arrogant poker-faced bastard. Thinking of that, Amber glared at him. "You are nothing like him right now."

With that, she headed to the lobby.

Jared watched her leave in confusion.

What was that? Why was she mad? What did he do wrong?

Jared wondered and chased after her.

When she got there, Amber's friend and her fiancé just finished their toast.

They didn't resume the party until the earthquake was over.

Amber stood in a corner, clapping with the guests to congratulate the couple on their engagement.

Of course, she was not giving them her blessing, she was merely doing it because everyone else did.

She knew clearly that her friend didn't get engaged to him because of love.

"So, your friend didn't break it off with Jonah Pratt," staring at the two on the stage, Jared commented, holding a glass of wine.

Amber frowned when she saw the wine in his hand. "Alcohol is not good for your condition."

She snatched the glass from his hand, put it on the long table, and brought him juice. "Here you go."

Seeing the bright red juice in his hand, his mouth twitched.

He didn't have to taste it to tell that it was sweet.

He didn't like sweet stuff, so he never drank any juice.

This glass of juice was brought to him by Amber herself. It was an embodiment of Amber's care towards him. He had to drink it even if he didn't like the taste.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐