Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)
Chapter 614 Sheila Was Surprised

She knew why Amber hated Braylee.

Mr. Lyon once told her that Goldstone confronted a fatal financial crisis six years ago. Braylee and her mother were like a pack of vultures sweeping away all the company funds and stock shares. Knowing that there was nothing he could do to turn things around, the former CEO of Goldstone killed himself during a fit of depression.

It could be said that Baylee and that mother of hers drove him to committing suicide. Now, the two snobs saw that Goldstone had gotten back on its feet, they tried to lay their dirty hands on the shares of the company. The hostility Amber held against them didn't come out of nowhere.

The elevator door opened with a "ding".

Amber walked out.

It wasn't hard for her to notice the man leaning against a Maybach.

He was on his phone, typing.

Seconds later, Amber felt her phone buzzing in her pocket.

She knew that it must be him messaging her saying that he was here waiting for her.

Sheila was surprised to see Jared here. "Miss Reed, why is Mr. Farrell here?"

Amber curled her lips wand walked towards Jared without giving an answer.

Sheila, on the other hand, just followed Amber.

Hearing footsteps approaching, Jared looked up. His expression softened when he recognized it was Amber. "Finally."

"Yeah. Sorry to keep you waiting." Amber nodded.

Sheila was surprised yet again. She blinked in puzzlement.

What's going on?

Did they arrange this beforehand?

Why do I feel there's something going on between them?

"Where's Braylee?" Jared looked around and asked.

Amber pointed at a van parked a short distance away. "In that van."

Jared glanced in that direction then nodded. "Ride in my car?" "Okay." Amber nodded.

Jared opened the car door for Amber.

Amber got in.

Jared turned to look at Sheila and threw her the key.

Sheila caught it. She stared at the car key in confusion. "Mr. Farrell, why would you..."

"You drive." Jared ordered before she could finish her sentence, then got in and sat next to Amber.

Sheila stood where she was, didn't know what to do.

Amber was her immediate superior, but Mr. Farrell got an even higher status. She couldn't ignore his order.

Sheila was caught in a dilemma.

Amber noticed Sheila's predicament. She rolled down the car window and moved past Jared to stick her head out. "Yeah. You drive. He'll go with us." "Got it. Miss Reed." Amber's words led Sheila through the fog of confusion. Sheila nodded and got into the driver's seat.

She started the car.

On their ride, Jared reached into the trunk and took out a bottle of beverage. He twisted off the lid then passed the bottle to Amber. "Here."

"What is this?" Amber took it from him, looking confused.

Jared chuckled as he replied, "A sort of refreshment that alleviates fatigue. I asked Ben to buy it earlier."

"Really? Let me give it a try." Amber stared at the bottle for a bit and took a swig.

Then, she laid it down and put the lid back on.

Jared fished out a handkerchief from his right breast pocket and wiped off a smudge around her rosy mouth. "How is it?" Jared asked gently.

Amber put the bottle down. "Okay. Sweet and sour. Very refreshing."

"Good." Jared folded the silk handkerchief and put it back in his pocket.

In the driver's seat, Sheila saw everything in the rearview mirror and was utterly surprised.

What was Mr. Farrell doing? Did his just wiped the corner of Miss Reed's mouth? And Miss Reed just let him? What the...

Sheila swallowed in total surprise.

Did Miss Reed get back together with Mr. Farrell?

Recently, she had been hearing rumors saying that they had gotten back together. She didn't take it seriously back then because she thought it was impossible. Now, she suddenly felt like that rumor might be true.

But come to think about it, Miss Reed getting back together with Mr. Farrell was a good thing.

At least in that way, Miss Reed wouldn't be the only woman in Mr. Lyon's eyes.

Sheila looked down as she thought, a little bitter.

They soon arrived at the cemetery.

Sheila parked the car.

Jared got off first and extended his hand to Amber, holding the door for her.

Seeing that, Amber blushed a little as she took his hand.

Jared tightened the grasp and helped her out of the car.

Sheila, standing on the side watching their interactions, was even more sure that the two had already gotten back together.

She just didn't know when did they fix their broken relationship. Miss Reed was still cold to Mr. Farrell a few days ago.

And now, they were getting more and more intimate. She must have missed something.

"Did Mr. Lyon know about this? If he knew, his heart must be broken into million pieces." Sheila thought.

Amber's voice shocked her out of the daze. Sheila adjusted her glasses and answered, "Yes, Miss Reed."

"What's on your mind? I called you several times. You didn't hear me?" Amber was a little worried. "Is there something wrong? Are you sick? You don't look well."

"No, I'm not sick." Sheila shook her head. "I'm fine, Miss Reed. I was just... Lost in thoughts. I'm fine, really. How can I help you?"

"Where are the flowers I asked you to buy?" Amber asked, gazing at Sheila.

Sheila pointed at the van. "In that van. I'll get it now. Just a minute."

"Okay. Go now." Amber nodded.

Sheila scurried to the van.

Amber stood in front of the Maybach, staring at the gate of the cemetery, looking a little down.

Jared knew why she got emotional. After all, Amber's parents were buried here. It was only natural.

He knew what it felt like.

Plus, in two days...

Jared shook the train of thoughts out of his mind. He patted on Amber's shoulder gently and said, "The flowers."

Amber looked up to see Sheila holding two bouquets in her arms. Lilies on the left and a bunch of lavender on the right.

"Dad loved lily. And lavender was mom's favorite."

Amber was about to take the flowers when Jared beat her to it. "I'll take it from here," said Jared.

Amber nodded in agreement and said, "I'll go visit my mom now. Take Braylee to my father's tomb. Make sure she kneels in front of it."

"Copy that!" Sheila stood straight.

Amber shifted her gaze at Jared. "Lat's go."

"Okay." Jared nodded slightly and followed Amber through the gate of the cemetery.

It had been 21 years since the death of Amber's mother. On the corroded tombstone, the photo yellowed with age, and the inscriptions were almost washed away by time, leaving behind some illegible letters. Seeing that, Amber's eyes welled up with tears.

She fumbled in her purse, trying to find something to clean the headstone.

But nothing seemed to come in handy.

She furrowed her brows and decided to use her sleeves. Just then, the man standing next to her passed her a handkerchief.