Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)
Chapter 1001 - Jared's little mind

"""'After listening to the secretarial assistants' answers, Cole fell silent.

What is there that he does not understand now?

It turns out that the person who was hidden by Amber in the lounge and watching him in the lounge was actually Sheila .

No wonder Amber is blocking him from opening the lounge door because she doesn't want him to see Sheila.

"Mr. Lyon? Mr. Lyon?" Seeing Cole standing in the doorway with his head slightly bowed in a daze, the secretaries and assistants in the office, couldn't help but call out to him twice in curiosity. Cole's eyes flickered for a moment and he looked back, "What's wrong?"

The secretarial assistants shook their heads, "Nothing, it's just that we saw you suddenly wandering off, so we were worried if something was wrong with you."

"It's okay." Cole rubbed his brow, "All right, you guys get busy, I won't bother."

When he finished, he closed the door behind him and retreated, then leaned against the door of the assistant secretary's office, tilting his head slightly and looking at the ceiling of the corridor, not knowing what he was thinking.

He knew why Sheila was hiding in Amber's break room and wouldn't come out.

Because he had told her in the past that he didn't want to see her again.

It was probably because of this statement that she heard him coming and hid.

Heh, she remembered his words quite well and did a thoughtful job.

Cole's eyes flashed a look that was unreadable, and his heart was a little less than comfortable.

In theory, he should be happy and satisfied that Sheila is being so understanding.

But I don't know why, she so avoid him, but he is not so happy and satisfied, but only an indescribable annoyance and displeasure!

The more I thought about it, the more I was blocked, Cole suddenly opened the door to the assistant secretary's office again.

The secretarial assistants inside had re-entered their work again, but were suddenly brought out of it again when he opened the door once more, and several pairs of eyes, again, looked at Cole in unison. "Mr. Lyon supervisor do you have anything else?" An assistant blinked and looked at Cole, who looked a little bad, and asked cautiously.

Cole squeezed his palms and his voice was a little muffled, "Has Sheila done anything wrong during this time?"

For example, is there any mention of him or knowledge about his

Thinking about it, Cole's face suddenly turned ugly.

What the hell, why should he care if Sheila has mentioned him lately and knows him?

Is he crazy?

Just as Cole was about to erase the question so they didn't have to answer it.

As a result, the secretaries and assistants in the office were already the first to speak up and answer.

"Something's not right, huh?" The assistant who answered before stroked his chin and thought about it, then nodded, "There is."

Cole looked shocked, "Really?"

"Yes." The assistant nodded again, "Lately Miss Dawson has been fuming a lot, often out of shape, and often sick, and is taking time off from time to time." "Sick?" Cole frowned, "What was she sick with?"

The assistant shook his head, "I don't know about that, we asked Miss Dawson, but Miss Dawson didn't answer."

Seeing that nothing more could be asked, Cole gave a faint hmmm, closed the door behind him and retreated once again.

The secretaries and assistants in the office looked at the closed door again, glanced at each other, all saw the doubt and confusion in each other's eyes.

Apparently, they all felt that Mr. Lyon was a strange supervisor, and it was impossible to guess what he was thinking.

Outside the door, Cole closed the door and then leaned back against the wall by the door, head slightly bowed, thinking about something.

He was thinking about what the assistant had just said, that Sheila was often dazed, often out of shape, often sick and on leave.

He actually knew a little bit about Sheila's illness.

The last time his mother was in the hospital for a medical checkup, she came back and told him that she met Sheila who was also in the hospital for a checkup.

However, Sheila's problem at that time was a cervical spine problem, and there were no other symptoms.

And cervical spine problems, will take time off every other day?

Do you often get lost in thought while working?

Sheila has been with him for several years, he is considered to know her best, she is a strong woman, once for a program, high fever nearly 40 degrees, are not willing to put down to rest. So a person like Sheila can never be devastated by a minor cervical spine problem.

Here, there should be something in it for reasons he doesn't know.

Is it because of a terminal illness?

Thinking of this possibility, Cole face suddenly tightened up, his heart also for a moment, sinking hard, sinking to the lowest, as if there is a large hand in a fierce clutch, so that he can not breathe a little. As he was thinking, the door to the office next to him suddenly clicked open, interrupting Cole's thoughts as well.

Amber came out from inside with her bag, saw Cole standing next to her, who was not in the right mood, and asked with concern, "Cole, what's wrong?"

Cole raised his head, the corners of his mouth squeezed, barely squeezed out a smile, his voice a little hoarse back: "Nothing, just thought of something, it's not very important, let's go." Amber saw his reluctance to say more and nodded with a hm, "Let's go."

The two walked side by side towards the elevator and soon got into the car and drove towards the hot pot restaurant.

But along the way, Cole in the beginning in Amber's office without the lively and hanging around the immodest look, the whole seems particularly silent and serious, looking at the heavy look.

Amber drove the car, several times mouth open, want to ask him in the end what is wrong, but every time he saw this silent serious look, she could not open her mouth, do not know how to ask, and finally also followed the silence, so that the atmosphere in the car, more or less depressed heavy.

On the other hand, Jared had arrived under the hotel where Connor was staying, but did not rush to get out of the car, but sat in the car, cell phone in hand, and was talking to someone.

When he heard the caller say that Amber drove away from Goldstone Co. with Cole, he hung up the phone with nothing more than a frown and an acknowledgement.

Ben in the driver's seat naturally heard it and couldn't help but turn his head and ask, "Mr. Farrell, Miss Reed went out to dinner with Mr. Lyon and you're not mad?"

Jared put away his phone, looked up and glanced at him lightly, "Cole looking for Little Leaf, is to help, Little Leaf invited him to dinner is not wrong, if I even eat this jealousy, my pattern is not too small." Ben hemmed and hawed, "What Mr. Farrell said."

Jared grunted, "Find out what place they went to eat?"

Ben raised his eyebrows, "Mr. Farrell, why are you looking into this? I thought you said you weren't jealous. So why do you need to find out where they're eating?"

Isn't this a slap to your own face?

The idea is that Ben squinted at Jared and his eyes were clearly written with the meaning of man huh.

Jared flicked his thin lips and said in a light voice, "I'm not jealous, but that doesn't mean I don't even want to know where they're going, I'm just worried about Little Leaf's comfort."

Ben mentally rolled his eyes.

It is strange to believe you.

You are obviously jealous, say so grandly!

Of course, the heart thinks so, the mouth does not dare to say how, Ben smile very fake nod, "Mr. Farrell said yes, okay, I will let people inquire later."

Jared lifted his chin slightly and gave a haughty hmm, "After inquiring, buy their bill and tell Cole that the bill was bought by me, Jared, which means that the meal was on me, Jared."