Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)
Chapter 629 Jeremiah Is a Monster

Jared nodded in satisfaction. "Change the time to eight."

He would pick Amber up at six and took her to dinner. The movie would start at eight and finish at ten.

Then it was almost twelve when he sent her back to Kelsington Bay.

It was so late, so he should stay, right?

Jared's eyes gleamed with excitement. He was indulging in wishful thinking

Ben had no idea about Jared's plan, so he just nodded and said, "Alright, Mr. Farrell."

Jared put the receiver back on and then texted to Amber: 6 p.m., I'll come to pick you up. Then we'll have dinner. I heard the new French restaurant in the city's north is good.

Amber: Sure.

Just as she sent the message, her phone rang.

When she saw the caller ID, a trace of surprise appeared on Amber's face.

This call was from Jeremy.

Since Jeremy had been taken over by the second personality and left Olkmore for the Capital, he never contacted Amber.

She didn't know how to get along with Jeremy's second personality. The only thing she knew about this personality was that he was evil.

Amber hated interacting with such a person, so she tried not to think about him.

But she didn't expect him to call after a month.

Was she going to answer or not?

Amber bit her lower lip hesitantly as she gazed at the name on the screen. She was struggling.

She didn't know how to face this personality.

However, after a moment of hesitation, Amber decided to answer the phone.

What if it wasn't the second personality?

With this hope in mind, Amber took a deep breath. She swiped the green button and answered the call. "Jere."

She said tentatively and insecurely.

There was a short silence before a treacherous male voice came. "Amber, this's Jeremiah. I prefer this name to Jeremy." He was sick of using that idiot's name as more than 20 years had passed.

The name was the best tag to distinguish him from that idiot, Jeremy.

Amber's expression changed slightly when she heard that. Her heart sank as well, and a sense of disappointment surged up. Her hopes had been in vain. Jeremy didn't regain control over his body.

The person was Jeremiah.

Amber was stung by this truth. She pursed her red lips and asked coldly, "Mr. Rylands, is there anything I can help you with?"

On the other end of the phone, Jeremiah stood by the French window.

When he heard the coldness in Amber's voice, he turned gloomy. "You treat Jeremy nice, but why are you treating me like a stranger?"

Amber said calmly, "Simple, because you're not Jere."

So, she couldn't treat Jeremiah like she did to Jeremy.

Jeremy scoffed, "Oh, that hurts. I'm not Jeremy, but we share the same body. So, perhaps you can have a try."

"Sorry, I can't do it." Amber refused.

The look of sadness spread across Jeremy's face.

But very quickly, he pulled himself together and shifted to a wry smile. "You're such a cruel person."

"That's enough, Mr. Ryland. Cut the crap. What do you want? I'm busy and don't have time for chit-chat." Amber furrowed her eyebrows and said flatly.

She had nothing to say to Jeremiah.

Jeremiah was more unpredictable than Jeremy, so she was afraid new problems would crop up unexpectedly. She just wanted to keep it simple.

"Well..." Jeremiah let out a dramatic sigh, "Forget it. I just want to tell you how much I miss you this month. Do you miss me? Well, looks like you don't. But it doesn't matter. I miss you. So, I prepared a gift for you. It's in the mailbox. Check it."

His words made Amber's stomach flip.

She was sick of talking to Jeremiah.

Jeremy only treated Amber like a sister, but Jeremiah treated her like a chick. Was he deliberately going against Jeremy?

Amber remembered that Jeremiah called her name when he first showed up. Now it was really weird.

Cursing Jeremiah in her heart, Amber asked coldly, "What did you send out?"

"You will know when you see it. I bet you will like it." Jeremy watched the plane flying past the floor-to-ceiling window and a sinister look flashed in his eyes.

Amber frowned. She grabbed the mouse and clicked into the mailbox.

As expected, there was an additional email in the mailbox. It should be Jeremiah's.

Amber wasn't surprised by how Jeremy knew her email address. After all, they shared the same memories, and Jeremiah was good at hacking.

Therefore, it was easy for Jeremiah to get her email address.

Amber found it was a big file with a few photos in it.

Amber was puzzled.

With this suspicion in mind, Amber clicked on the photo. She was shocked when she saw it. With a high-pitched scream, she stood up from her chair and flung away the mouse in her hand

She stood there with a pale face. Her eyes widened with fear as she looked at the screen. She trembled, and the fear rushed from her limps to her scalp until she started to feel numb and cold. What was that all about?

She saw a man being tied to the sofa without knowing he was dead or alive. His hair had been shaved off and his face was badly mutilated with knife scratches. There was a piece of cloth on his eyes. Amber felt sick when she saw this photo and leaned against the table to retch.

She wouldn't have clicked it if she had known that was a bloody crime scene.

Unfortunately, there was no turning back. She didn't want to move on because the rest must be similar.

On the other end of the line, as Jeremiah heard Amber retching, his lips curled up into a wicked smile. "How is it? Did you like my gift? Is it beautiful?"

Amber's face contorted into an odd expression as she yelled at the phone in anger. "What? Have you lost your mind? You do it to me on purpose, don't you?"

Jeremiah blinked innocently, "How can you say that? I didn't mean to scare you. I was taking the revenge for you."

"Revenge? What revenge?" A nerve was twitching in her temple and she had an inexplicable bad feeling.

Jeremy smiled mysteriously, "didn't you recognize the person in the photo?"

Who was this person?

Amber pursed her lips. Was she supposed to know the person in the photo?