Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)
Chapter 660 Jared Is Drunk

Hearing Ben's words, Amber immediately got out of the room and walked to the study. Arriving at the door of the study, Ben pointed in. "Miss Reed, Mr. Farrell is there."

Amber nodded, looked inside, and saw Jared.

Jared was sitting on the ground with his back against the desk, motionless. With his head lowered, Amber couldn't see the expression on his face and had no idea whether he was asleep or awake. Amber pursed her red lips and walked in, gradually seeing what he looked like.

Jared's clothes were wrinkled, with his tie hanging loosely around his neck. The neckline of his white shirt was stained by wine, and even his hair was messy. He looked as scruffy as a tramp. Seeing this, Amber got worried.

When she reached Jared, she was overwhelmed by the strong and pungent smell of wine.

Amber frowned slightly, tried her best not to wave her hand, squatted down, and lifted Jared's head.

His eyes were tightly closed, his brows furrowed, and he seemed to be asleep.

Amber gently patted his face and shouted worriedly, "Jared? Wake up!"

Jared did not respond.

Amber put her hand before Jared's nose and was relieved when seeing that he was still breathing.

Behind Amber, Ben was also observing Jared. He said, "Mr. Farrell must be drunk."

Amber nodded. "You're right. It's no wonder he's drunk after drinking so much wine, but fortunately, it is red wine with low degrees. Otherwise, he would have died!"

Thinking of the wine bottles she saw when she came in, Amber was both worried and angry.

Amber was worried about Jared's body and angry that he drank so much wine without caring for himself.

Ben sighed. "Mr. Farrell always drank spirits like whisky and cognac before. However, he suffered from alcohol poisoning and was sent to the hospital for gastric lavage. Lady Georgia almost died in fear, so later, she took away all the spirits from Mr. Farrell and forbade the winery from sending any spirits to him. Mr. Farrell also felt guilty for scaring Lady Georgia, so he didn't buy those spirits anymore. Since then, he only bought wine."

"I see." Amber nodded.

"But..."

Ben was a little hesitant. Seeing this, Amber put Jared's head on her shoulder and asked, "But what?"

Ben rubbed between his eyebrows. "Mr. Farrell drinks wine today to drown his sorrows. In the past, with the spirits, he could forget everything for the time being. But now, with low degrees, wine is not enough to numb himself, so Mr. Farrell resorts to self-mutilation."

"Do you mean he didn't self-harm before?" Amber looked down at the man in her arms.

Ben nodded. "Yes. Mr. Farrell began self-harming since he was stopped from drinking spirits."

"I see." Amber bit her lower lip and then put Jared flat on the ground. "Ben, please help me check if he has any injuries, and I'll cook some soup for him."

"Okay." Ben nodded and stepped forward to check on Jared.

Amber straightened Jared's messy hair, then got up and walked out of the study to the kitchen.

Then, only Jared and Ben were left in the study.

After Ben checked Jared for injuries, Ben helped Jared up, put him on the sofa, and looked at him with a sigh.

According to Jared's tolerance, Jared shouldn't have been drunk after drinking red wine.

The reason why Jared was drunk must be that his heart couldn't bear it.

Otherwise, Jared would have injured himself, instead of sitting on the ground unconscious.

Ten minutes later, Amber walked in with a bowl of sobering-up soup.

Seeing Jared on the sofa, she put down the soup and asked Ben, "How is he going? Did he self-harm?"

"Don't worry, Miss Reed. Mr. Farrell didn't self-harm, maybe because he got drunk before he did that." Ben shook his head.

Amber felt relieved. "That's good. Help me get him up, and I'll feed him soup."

"Yes, Miss Reed." Ben nodded, walked over, and helped Jared up.

Amber picked up the soup, sat down on the edge of the sofa, then scooped up a spoonful of it, gently blew, and got it to Jared's lips.

However, Jared's lips were closed. Amber couldn't put the spoon into his mouth. As a result, the soup flowed down the corners of his mouth and was all sprinkled.

"Miss Reed, this doesn't work." Ben frowned when he saw this.

Amber pursed her red lips and put the spoon back into the bowl.

Ben was right. It didn't work.

Nonetheless, Amber couldn't give up.

Jared had drunk so much wine, which would be harmful to his stomach if he didn't eat anything else.

Amber had only one way to do it.

But...

Amber looked up at Ben hesitantly.

But soon, she made up her mind.

The top priority should be given to Jared's safety, so Amber couldn't care less about the embarrassment.

Thinking of this, Amber picked up the bowl, raised her head, and took a sip of the soup.

When Ben saw this, he was stunned. "Miss Reed, you..."

Amber ignored him, put down the bowl in her hand, took Jared over from Ben, bowed her head, and kissed Jared's thin lips. She pried Jared's thin lips open with her tongue and fed Jared with the soup. Seeing this, Ben was startled.

He didn't expect this.

No wonder Amber suddenly drank the soup. She wanted to feed Jared mouth to mouth.

Although it was a little surprising, it was the best way at present.

Under the gaze of Ben, Amber successfully fed Jared with the soup in her mouth.

Then, she looked up from Jared, ready to take the second sip.

Seeing this, Ben quickly picked up the bowl and handed it over. "Miss Reed, here you are."

Amber was shocked for a moment, then smiled embarrassedly, and took the bowl. "Thank you."

"Don't mention that. It's all for Mr. Farrell." Ben looked at Jared and waved his hand.

Amber pursed her lips with a nod. She took another gulp of the soup, lowered her head, and fed it to Jared.

After doing so repeatedly, the soup was finished.

Amber put down the bowl and heaved a long sigh of relief.

Ben quickly helped Jared back on the sofa.

Amber fixed her hair and asked, "Get a blanket here and cover Jared with it. The soup will take a while to work, so we'd better prevent him from catching a cold until he woke up. "Sure. I'll get it right away." Ben nodded, got up, and walked out of the study to the cloakroom in Jared's bedroom.

Soon, Ben came back with a blanket and handed it to Amber.0000

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