Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)
Chapter 945 Am I A Commodity?

Amber became nervous as Mrs. Lyon asked about Sheila. The way she had been leaning on the back of her chair was slightly adjusted, and she straightened her back and sat up, "Oh, Sheila's fine." "Really? Oaky." Mrs. Lyon nodded, "I met her at the hospital today for a checkup. I saw that her face was a little pale and she was holding a big pile of thick documents. I thought she was seriously ill and hurriedly asked her what was wrong. As a result, unexpectedly, she told me that she just had some problems in her cervical spine."

"Are you saying you don't believe that Sheila had a cervical vertebra problem?" Amber bit her lower lip.

Mrs. Lyon nodded, "Of course, I've known the girl for years, and I know her in part. When she answered, she lowered her head and dared not look me in the eye. It was obvious that she was lying. Since she lied and wouldn't tell me what was wrong with her, and I couldn't force it, I pretended to believe her. After we talked a little bit more, she excused herself and left early. She left in a hurry, as if afraid I would stop her. I wondered why she was afraid of me."

"Oh, I see." Amber raised her chin and asked tentatively, "So after Sheila left, didn't you ask the hospital what was wrong with her?"

Mrs. Lyon shook her head, "No, she didn't want to tell me, so I couldn't ask. It would be disrespectful of her if I ask anything about it."

"Oh, I see." Amber patted her chest with relief.

Fortunately, Mrs. Lyon did not know that Sheila was pregnant.

But again, Mrs. Lyon would not have been so calm had she known.

"Amber, do you know that Sheila is sick?" Mrs. Lyon asked suddenly.

With a guilty twinkle in her eyes, Amber replied, "Well, a little."

"No wonder when I just asked you if Sheila was okay, you seemed very calm, including when I mentioned meeting Sheila was in the hospital. So, you already knew that."

"Kind of." Amber smiled, "She's my secretary now, and if she has to go to the hospital, she needs to ask me for leave."

"That's true. I forgot about that." Mrs. Lyon patted her forehead and then said, "Well, Amber, Sheila doesn't want to tell anyone what's wrong with her. She didn't look so good, so I thought she might have something serious. At that time, I saw her leaving in a hurry, and I guess she could not accept it and was very hit. I was worried that she would give up on herself and not accept treatment. Therefore, since you are her boss, you must persuade her to take treatment well."

Amber didn't know whether to laugh or cry as she listened to Mrs. Lyon's words.

Little did she know that Mrs. Lyon would misinterpret Sheila's "illness" as something so serious that it seemed incurable.

It made her laugh out loud.

But to make sure Mrs. Lyon wasn't suspicious, Amber tried not to laugh and brushed her hair around her ears, then she replied, "Okay, Mrs. Lyon, I will."

"Good. I have nothing more to say, and you're not off duty yet, so I'll leave you alone." Mrs. Lyon said, checking her watch.

Amber said yes and hung up the phone. Then she sent Sheila a voice message of what Mrs. Lyon had just said.

In the big office next door, Sheila was wearing a Bluetooth headset. Listening to Amber's words, she knew how much Mrs. Lyon cared for her, and she felt warm and complicated. And she even wanted to cry. Mrs. Lyon was really nice.

Unfortunately, she was not that lucky.

Sheila shut off Amber's voicemail and typed her reply, "Miss Reed, please thank Mrs. Lyon for me."

After that, she turned off her phone, swallowed her feelings, and went back to work.

Because she knew she couldn't get too caught up in it, or think about it too deeply.

Otherwise, the more she wanted, the more unwilling she was, the more she regretted.

Amber looked at Sheila's reply and saw nothing more than a thank you. She sighed, shook her head, and returned to her work.

Soon it was time to go home.

Amber took a stretch after finishing the last of her papers when someone knocked on her office door.

She thought it was one of her assistants or secretaries, so she sat hurriedly, arranging her clothes, and then answered to the door, "Come in!"

The knock stopped, and the next second, the door was opened.

Unexpectedly, it wasn't her assistant or secretary who came in. It was some guy named Jared.

"Are you off duty?" Jared came in, looked at the woman behind the desk, and said with a smile.

"What are you doing here?" Amber stood up at the sight of him with an undisguised look of surprise.

But then she thought of something, and the surprise left her face, and with a grunt she sat back down in her chair, looking away as if she were angry and didn't want to see him. Seeing that, Jared was shocked, "I'm here to pick you up from work. Why is this?"

He walked up to her on his long legs, "Did I do something to upset you?"

Amber snorted again, still refusing to turn to him.

Jared came over to her, put his hands on her shoulders, and turned her around really hard, "Look at me."

Amber didn't want to.

Jared let out a little sigh, then lifted her chin and forced her face to him, "Come on, what's wrong with me? How about I apologize to you if I did something wrong?"

Though he had said that, he didn't think he had done anything wrong.

But if she insisted that he was wrong, he could also say he was wrong and apologized.

She was his woman anyway, and he would do anything to make her happy.

Amber finally rolled her eyes at Jared, looked up at him, snorted, and said in an odd tone, "Congratulations, Mr. Farrell. You've been courted again. They want you as a son-in-law." "What?" Jared started, and then his face turned pale, "Don't be ridiculous! I didn't know this was happening!

He always knew that there were women in his circle who wanted him, and families who wanted to be associated with him.

But since he had let go of his fierce talk with the circle years ago, women and families who were interested in him never bothered or bored him lest he should turn against them in anger.

So over time, these people gave up trying to be associated with him.

So, when Amber told him that someone wanted him to be their son-in-law, he thought it was impossible.

Besides, if there was such a thing, how could he not know about it?

"I'm not lying." Amber raised her hand, "That's what Mrs. Lyon told me, that the White family in the seafood business had their eye on you, trying to steal you from me. Well, Mr. Farrell, you must be proud to be so popular, right?"

Jared was amused to see her trying to be funny when she was so jealous.

She was jealous because she loved him.

"Don't talk nonsense." Jared let go of her chin, gave her a little scrape on the bridge of her nose, "Why should I be proud? Am I a commodity? Do I need them to look at me? Besides, even if they want me to be their son-in-law, why should I agree? They were underestimating me."

At this, his face became noticeably more serious, and his breath cooled.