Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)
Chapter 569 Amber Was Jealous

Nichole smiled, "No matter what the reason is, Mr. Farrell, you have helped me, so I am very grateful to you. However, I came in a hurry tonight and did not prepare any gifts. I will make up for you tomorrow. Good-bye."

"Ok," Jared responded.

Nichole bowed again and turned to leave.

Jared directly closed the door and went back to the living room to pick up the laptop and went upstairs.

When he passed by Amber's room, he slowed down and glanced at her door.

He stopped when he saw the light in the room coming out through the gap under the door.

The light was still on. Amber was not sleeping?

Thinking of this, Jared raised his hand and knocked on the door. He planned to tell her that Nichole had come to replace her.

"Amber, are you there?" Jared asked as he knocked on the door.

However, after knocking for a long time, the door had no intention of opening, and there was no movement inside the door.

Was she asleep?

Jared frowned and quickly rejected the idea.

Impossible. Amber hated strong light when she slept, so she couldn't have slept with the light on.

So she should not be asleep yet.

But why didn't she keep the door closed? Could it be that she wasn't in the room?

Thinking of this, Jared's face tensed up. He stopped knocking on the door and placed his hand on the doorknob. With a light turn, the door opened.

Jared pushed open the door and walked in. He first looked in the direction of the bed. When he saw that there was no one in the bed, his pupils suddenly contracted. She really wasn't there!

Where did she go?

Jared's heart tightened and his fists clenched. He turned his neck and began to observe how Amber had left the room.

After all, he had not seen Amber downstairs.

However, when he looked around, he saw a long black object on the ground not far from the bathroom, which seemed to be human hair.

His vision was blocked by the sofa in front of him, and he was not too sure.

Jared walked around the sofa, planning to go over and check it out. When he looked, he saw Amber lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"Amber!" Jared's expression changed greatly. He took three steps forward and checked Amber's situation.

He lifted Amber up and let her lean into his arms. Then, he reached out to touch her forehead. He found that it was not hot. He checked her breathing again and found that her breathing was steady and slow. She did not look like she was sick.

Immediately, Jared calmed down. He even felt a little funny.

Amber was not sick, and she was only asleep.

But to fall asleep here, was she not afraid of catching a cold?

Jared had no intention of waking Amber up. He put her arms around his neck and then held her butt with one arm. He picked her up and walked to the bed.

When he came to the bedside, Jared put Amber on the bed. He tidied her hair and covered her with a quilt. After leaning over and kissing her forehead, he got up and turned off the light.

When Amber woke up the next day, it was already eleven o'clock in the morning.

She opened her eyes, looked at the ceiling, and looked at the bed below her. She was stunned.

Strange, why was she in bed?

Hadn't she just gotten drunk and fallen to the ground after taking a shower last night?

Had Jared entered her room last night?

Amber pursed her red lips, rubbed her temples, and sat up on the bed.

As soon as she got up, she almost vomited because her head was still a little dizzy and even a little swollen, which made her feel very uncomfortable.

But Amber still insisted on removing the quilt and getting out of bed. After putting on her shoes, she walked to the bathroom and threw herself on the toilet to vomit.

After vomiting, she felt comfortable. Although her head was still a little dizzy, at least the disgusting feeling disappeared.

Amber reached out and pressed the flush button, then stood up and went to brush her teeth in front of the sink.

It was already an hour later when she was ready to go out.

Amber had just walked up the stairs when she heard Jared's voice from the living room below. "The Pratt family did quite well."

Just as he finished speaking, a female voice sounded.

The female voice did not speak, but she was laughing. Her laughter was like silver bells, which was quite pleasant to hear.

When Amber heard this female voice, she immediately stopped walking down the stairs. Her hand that was holding the railing also subconsciously tightened, and her face was somewhat ugly.

Heh, Jared was really popular with women!

Yesterday, there was Braylee, and today there was another one.

Would there be someone else tomorrow?

The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt. Amber could not help but snort coldly.

Although her voice was not loud, Jared's hearing had always been good. He turned to look at the stairs and saw Amber standing on the stairs. His cold face immediately softened, and even his voice became gentle. "You're up?"

Amber did not want to pay attention to him and turned her head away.

Wasn't he talking to a woman to make her happy? Why should he care about her?

Why didn't he continue to talk to her?

Jared looked at Amber's unhappy expression, and an invisible question mark appeared above his head.

What was wrong with her?

Nichole, who was sitting opposite Jared, could not see the stairs, but when she saw Jared staring in the direction of the stairs, she immediately guessed that it was Amber who had got up and come down. She quickly stood up and walked around the sofa. When she saw the stairs, she stopped and waved to Amber who was on the stairs. "Amber."

When Amber heard Nichole's voice, she was first stunned. Then, she turned her head around and asked in surprise, "It's you?" Therefore, the person who had just spoken to Jared was Nichole, not some other woman she did not know.

"What? You don't recognize me after not seeing me for a day?" Nichole looked at the surprise on her face and said with a smile. "No, I'm just surprised that you're here." Amber shook her head.

And she was talking to Jared so happily.

"I came here to thank you and Mr. Farrell. But you wasn't up yet, so I am waiting for you while talking with Mr. Farrell."

"Is that so? Then... what did you say just now?" Amber glanced at Jared and finally turned her gaze back to Nichole. She asked with a slightly sour voice.

Jared raised his eyebrows and chuckled.

He finally understood why she had been unhappy just now.

Because he had been talking to another woman.

"We were talking about Jonah." Nichole did not hear the hidden jealousy in Amber's tone. She smiled, "Yesterday, Mr. Farrell talked to Jonah's father about his lover outside. So last night, the Pratt family forced Jonah to come to apologize to me and let him send the mistress away."

"So that's how it is." Amber nodded in realization.

No wonder Jared had just said that the Pratt family had done a good job.

So that was what he meant.

Amber immediately felt at ease and was no longer as flustered as before.

She held the railing and continued downstairs.

Jared looked at her trembling legs and suddenly understood something. He put down the financial magazine in his hand and went to the kitchen. He took out the hangover soup and handed it to Amber. "Drink this."

"What is this?" Amber looked at the black liquid in the bowl and smelled a strange scent. She wrinkled her nose in disgust.000☐☐☐☐