Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)
Chapter 984 Why are you drinking again

"It's okay, I'm still here." Jared looked at her and spoke softly.

Amber froze, "You?"

Jared nodded, "In the future, I'll watch all the meteor showers with you."

Amber laughed, "You just said that there is a meteor shower every day, do we have to go up the mountain every day to see it? Are you tired?"

It seems to be oh.

Jared pursed his lips in silence for a moment and added, "So, let's go see one every so often from now on, okay?"

The man's sincere gaze, looking at Amber's heart warm, can not say no words.

After all, the man is fulfilling her wish to see a meteor shower, not the man himself.

"Good." Amber smiled and nodded.

Jared handed over a glass of wine, "Don't worry, all the things you regret in the past are, I will fill up with you in the future, and won't let you keep regretting." "Hmm." Amber took the glass and tilted her head to lean on his shoulder.

But in the next second, he thought of something else, put his head upright, looked down at the red wine in his hand, and was silent.

The men are still wondering how she suddenly did not lean and suddenly got up.

Amber gripped her glass tightly and asked, "Jared, who told you to drink?"

"Hmm?" Jared was drinking when he heard Amber's question.

The original is also ready to finish a sip, but now also had to temporarily change their minds, only a small sip, then put down the glass of wine.

"Can't I drink?" Jared held his glass and looked at the woman with some uncertainty.

The woman's small face is extremely serious at the moment, and her eyes are staring at him without moving.

It was as if he had committed the greatest malady of all, making his heart inexplicably a little weak.

I can't help it, my wife is too fierce, spare him also had to admit weakness.

However, it's not a shame to be afraid of his wife, it's because, he loves her.

Jared consoled himself with this in his mind.

"Of course you can't drink it!" Amber put her own glass on top of the bar.

That top is flat, you can put something not too large, as long as a little careful, and do not have to worry about falling down.

After putting it away, she grabbed the red wine in Jared's hand again, staring at the man with a serious face, "Don't forget, drinking hurts, you're still prone to it when you're drunk" She suddenly paused.

She was going to say that when he drank too much, he would be prone to self-harm, as he had in the past on the anniversary of his mother's death.

But then thought about it, he could not say this, what if it evoked his sadness?

"Anyway, don't drink, you promised your grandmother." Amber put the man's wine on the railing as well, alongside her own red wine.

The man's thin lips pursed slightly, did not speak, just looked at Amber.

After looking at him for a while, he suddenly let out a low laugh, "I know what you're worried about, don't worry, it won't happen."

The cold wind blew by, bringing up a strand of Amber's hair and blowing it messy.

Jared gently tidied up the strands of hair that had been blown around and went on to say, "Every year on the anniversary of my mother's death, I drink heavily because I saw the scene of my mother's suicide and it left a shadow in my heart, making me think that my mother's suicide was my own fault, that it was my own existence that kept my mother from being free, and that's why my mother couldn't stand it suicide, and that's why she couldn't be with the person she loved."

Seeing that the man took the initiative to mention this matter, Amber is not afraid that he will be sad, biting his red lips and asked, "Then behind I asked you to hire a psychiatrist, to do psychotherapy for yourself, did you hire?"

Jared shook his head, "No."

Amber's nose wrinkles and she's about to get upset.

Jared hurriedly said, "I was planning to hire a doctor after the mall party, but now it looks like that won't be necessary."

"Why?" Amber looked at the man's delicate jaw in disbelief.

The smile on the man's face faded so much that it was almost invisible, and his eyes were cold, "If I hadn't known that my mother had deliberately raised me to be Connor's double, I might have felt guilty all the time, thinking that I had killed my mother, but after knowing that my mother had used me as Connor's double, I suddenly realized that all the years of guilt were a joke. It's ridiculous that my mother never killed herself because I made it impossible for her to leave the Farrell family, but really just simply couldn't accept Connor getting married."

After listening to the man's confession, Amber understood what the man wanted to express, hugged the man's arm and said softly: "So, you came out of the shadow, right? You won't be sad on the anniversary of your aunt's death anymore, right?"

Jared silenced her face, "Yeah, she's not worth it!"

"That's nice." Amber smiled, "In the future, Grandma won't have to worry about you every year."

"Is it just Grandma?" Jared looked at her sideways, his eyes smirking, "Aren't you worried?"

Amber gave him a blank look, "Knowingly."

Her haughty reply pleases the man, who laughs lowly out loud.

Amber knew what he was laughing at and slapped him with shame and annoyance in her heart, "What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, I was just laughing, my wife is cute." Said Jared, gently pinching her face.

Amber slapped his hand away, "Don't squeeze."

She's not a child with a fleshy face.

I really don't know how he likes to pinch her face.

All pinched big!

"Okay, no pinching." Jared still had a smile on his face.

If she doesn't like it, he doesn't do it.

He has always respected her.

"So the wine, can I have it back?" Jared held out his hand and raised his chin toward the two glasses of wine at the same time.

Amber crossed her arms in front of her body in a no-no motion, "No."

Jared raised an eyebrow, "Why? I'll be fine, not to mention that one glass of red wine is all it takes to get drunk."

"That won't work either." Amber was adamant, "Even if you don't get drunk, but drinking too much can be bad for your body, you already drank some today, at the restaurant, why else would I have stopped you?"

It's not that she actually doesn't let him drink, she just doesn't want him to drink more.

At first, he was still worried that he would get drunk and remember his mother, and the events of the anniversary would happen again.

Now it's all about worrying about him drinking too much and being bad for his health.

Usually he drinks, drink a glass or two, she does not stop at all.

The truth is, he drank at the restaurant, had several glasses of wine, and now he's drinking again, that's not going to work.

"There wasn't much to drink at the restaurant." Jared undyingly fought for himself, then pointed to the night sky, and the bustling city beneath it, and said in a tone that seemed coaxing and enticing, "And isn't it less atmospheric for us to stand here and enjoy the wine, without some wine? Drinking wine to enjoy the night sky and night scenery is the most appropriate."

Amber rolled her eyes, "You say so much, it's just that you still want to drink."

Jared laughed a little and didn't answer.

Amber sighed and eventually softened her heart.

Can you not be soft-hearted?

He has fought for himself twice, and he is refusing, more or less unkindly.

Moreover, what he said also cope with, if just standing here to see the night view, is a bit monotonous.

But how to drink while watching, that atmosphere to think about, indeed some not quite the same.

Thinking about this, Amber no longer hesitated, brought two glasses of red wine over, handed Jared's glass over, "Here, only this one glass ah, can not be refilled!" "Hmm." Jared nodded, smiled lightly and took his own drink, shaking it twice before raising an eyebrow at her, "No cheers?"