Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)
Chapter 618 Jared's Lie

Jared knew what she was trying to do, so he did what she told him.

Amber covered his hair with the towel and started drying his hair for him.

Jared was right. She was helping him dry his hair.

His heart melted.

Suddenly, he raised his head and grabbed her hands. "Don't worry about me. You need to dry your hair. Don't leave it wet for too long."

Knowing that Jared was afraid that she would catch a cold, Amber was a little moved.

She freed herself from his grip and shook her head. "I'm fine. My hair was not drenched like yours. Let me dry your hair first."

When he was holding the umbrella for her, Jared's whole body was exposed to the rain because he tilted it so much towards Amber.

Amber, on the other hand, only got caught in the rain for a little while. Then Jared came with the umbrella. She was fine.

Jared was soaked all over.

Seeing that Amber was persistent, Jared chuckled. "Okay. I'm fine doing it myself."

"Just let me." Amber looked at him, serious. "You've done so much for me. I can't just sit back and not repay you. It's not fair. Let me do this for you."

Feelings should be mutual. They should work on this together.

One-sided relationship was brittle and would never last long.

Since she had decided that she wanted to get back together with Jared, Amber naturally hoped that this would work.

Therefore, she should learn how to safeguard this relationship.

Hearing Amber's words sent Jared in a daze.

Amber waved in front of his eyes. "What are you thinking about?"

Jared beamed, recovering from his daze. "Nothing. I'm just... Happy."

"Okay. Now, lower your head." Amber rolled her eyes at him.

Jared nodded, then did as he was told.

Amber grabbed the towel and started rubbing his hair.

The gentle massage made Jared really comfortable.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head on her shoulder. It was easier for Amber to dry his hair in this way because she didn't have to hold her arms up all the time.

Amber was a little shocked by the sudden change of position. She froze for a second, then nudged him on his shoulders. "Let go. Don't try me."

She didn't approve of this intimate physical contact.

She knew he was doing it on purpose.

Jared didn't listen to her. Instead, he tightened his clasp on her waist and pulled her closer, smelling the soothing scent emanating from Amber's body. "No. Just stay this way for a few more minutes. I feel dizzy." His voice was gruff.

"Dizzy?" Amber was alerted.

She reached out to feel his forehead, trying to find out if he had a fever.

His temperature was totally normal. He literally just made up an excuse on spot so he could hug her a little more.

If he let Amber feel his forehead, Amber would know he was lying.

Jared let go of Amber's waist and grabbed her hands, stopping her from touching his forehead. He hid his panic with a cough. "It's okay. Feeling a little dizzy just now. I'll be fine."

"Really?" Amber squinted in suspicion, staring at his charming face. The nervous look didn't escape Amber's eyes.

This cunning fox! Amber gritted her teeth. Very well. He was lying! He just wanted to tease her!

Jared knew Amber had seen through his little trick when he noticed the subtle change of expression on her face. He broke the eye contact and rested his head on her shoulder again. Amber wanted to be mad at him. However, she couldn't help but find his reaction amusing.

Fine. Just this one time. She wouldn't allow this to happen again.

Amber's heart softened.

The next second, Amber started rubbing his hair violently.

In pain, Jared let out a grunt, feeling like Amber was going to flay his scalp.

He knew Amber was punishing him for lying.

She was obviously torturing him intentionally.

However, Jared enjoyed this.

He saw this "torment" as the banter between lovers.

If things went on like this, before long, she would even be willing to get more intimate with him.

With that in mind, Jared curled his thin lips into a smile.

Amber was done with her little revenge after ruffling his hair. She collected herself and continued to dry his hair with normal strength.

Jared leaned against her shoulder with his arms around her waist.

Maybe it was because Amber's gentle massage made him too comfortable, Jared gradually fell asleep.

Hearing his rhythmic breathing, Amber stopped and looked down.

His chut eyes and steady breathing all indicated that he was sound asleep. Amber's heart softened.

"Sheila," Amber threw away the towel and said to the woman who was driving in a low voice.

Sheila had been checking on them through the rear-view mirror from time to time, so she knew why Amber was being so quiet.

She whispered back, "Miss Reed, what can I do for you?"

"Turn up the heater." Amber motioned at the center console.

Jared fell asleep and there was nothing to cover him. If she didn't turn the heater up, Jared would catch a cold.

"Got it, Miss Reed." Sheila knew Amber was doing this for Jared. She smiled and turned the heater up.

The temperature in the car soon rose.

The high temperature made Amber a little uncomfortable.

But Amber had to tolerate it for Jared.

In order not to wake him up, Amber chose to text Elias about Braylee.

Sheila suddenly thought of something. She looked into the rear-view mirror and asked, "Miss Reed, where are we heading to? Are we going to send Mr. Farrell home?"

Amber glanced at Jared, then shook her head. "No, to Kelsington Bay."

She promised that she will treat him a meal at her place.

She couldn't go back on her words.

Hearing Amber's answer, Sheila gave her a knowing smile. "Got it, Miss Reed." She nodded.

Amber could tell Sheila misread something, but she didn't feel the need to make an explanation.

"Sheila must have guessed there is something between Jared and me. Then, I don't need to explain anything to her now. Jared and I will have regular contact in the future. She'll see it anyway." Amber thought to herself.

They didn't say anything in the next hour. Soon, they arrived at Kelsington Bay.

Sheila stopped the car and unbuckled the seatbelt. She turned around and asked, "Miss Reed, do you need any help carrying Mr. Farrell inside?"¶¶¶¶¶¶¶