Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)
Chapter 668 Her Resignation

He drank too much and had no energy. And he was so stupid that he didn't know how to swim up when he fell to the bottom of the bathing pool. Maybe he really slid into the bottom of the bathing pool and was drowned after she left!

Thinking of this, Amber panicked and her face turned pale.

The next second, she quickly opened the door and rushed in.

While she didn't see the horrible scene she thought, only saw him lying on the edge of the bathing pool, with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

Seeing this scene, Amber was relieved.

Great, he didn't drown himself.

It really scared her to death!

But it couldn't be helped- she couldn't put her mind at ease when Jared was like this.

Amber rubbed her temples, walked over slowly, squatted on the edge of the bathing pool, raised her hand, and touched his face lightly, confirming that he was indeed asleep, not in trouble, and she was completely relieved.

"Oh, come on! You can fall asleep in the shower?" Amber flicked his forehead.

Immediately, his forehead became red, showing that she really used her strength.

After all, he was the one who made her exhausted.

"Wake up, Jared." Amber shook the man, trying to wake him up, "Don't sleep here, you will catch a cold. Get up, put on your clothes and go to your room."

However, he just moved a little and had no intention of waking up.

Amber's hands were sore while he didn't even flutter his eyelashes. It seemed like he was sleeping well.

Amber felt a little helpless and a little angry but also funny.

It seemed that she really had owed him in her last life, so in this life, she was tortured by him to repay the debt.

Fine, since she took off all his clothes before, it's not a big deal to put them on now.

Isn't there a saying that whoever takes off the clothes is responsible for putting them on?

Amber sighed, then picked up his sleeves, grabbed his arm with both hands, and pulled him, a tall and sturdy man, out of the bath.

In addition, he was drunk and sleepy, so Amber felt that he was much heavier than he was.

So, it almost took all the strength she had to pull him out.

Two minutes later, she finally managed to drag him out, but because she ran out of strength, she couldn't stand firm. She staggered back two steps and finally fell on the cold floor. And Jared fell on her lap.

Amber was stunned, and it took a while for her to recover. She looked at the floor behind her, and then at the naked handsome man sitting on her lap who was heavy. She was speechless. What the hell was going on?

How did things turn out like this?

Amber put one hand on the man's shoulder and the other on her forehead, and suddenly laughed.

She couldn't help bursting into laughter.

She was amused by the funny pose of him and herself.

After a while, Amber took a deep breath to calm down, then put both hands on Jared's back, took him up from the ground, and then helped him to the bathroom door.

Along the way, she tried to look straight ahead, not to look at him, so as not to see any embarrassing scenes.

However, in the room, when Amber threw him on the bed, she inevitably saw something of the man at a glance.

Her eyes widened suddenly, then she gasped for breath, and her whole face and her neck turned red.

"Damn it!" Amber said, then quickly covered her face and eyes and turned away. Her heart was beating so fast that it was about to come out of her chest.

God, how could she see that thing? It might cause a sty.

Amber was filled with annoyance and anger. She puckered her face and regretted that she shouldn't have rolled her eyes just now, but at this moment, what she just saw appeared from time to time in her mind.

That thing was really big!

When she slept with him before, she was drunk and drugged, so she didn't know the whole process and didn't see his body.

Now that she saw it, she was shocked.

That's really big!

Thinking of that time they slept together, Amber suddenly felt it was incredible that she could take it.

"What are you thinking! Calm down, calm down!" Amber shook her hand, and quickly scattered the thought in her mind, then took a deep breath and walked quickly to the bathroom to get his pajamas. Soon, she came out holding his clothes and stood beside the bed with a very serious expression, as if she was in a matter of life and death.

Because next, she was going to dress him.

It was harder.

Undressing him was easy and could be done with her eyes closed.

But when dressing him up, it's easy to get the button wrong with her eyes closed.

And he needed to wear underwear.

She had heard before that the thing needed to be adjusted in the underwear.

How did she do that with her eyes closed?

That is to say, next, she would not only look at him again but also touch him.

Oh my God, give me a break!

Amber closed her eyes and she wanted to cry.

If only Ben was here.

Although she thought so, Amber knew that it was impossible. After all, she couldn't wait for Ben to come back and let him change it for Jared.

Who knew when Ben would come back?

Amber pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a long sigh.

Forget it.

She had seen it all, so what's wrong with a touch?

And in the future, she can't avoid it.

Amber took a deep breath and found his underpants from the clothes in her arms, ready to put them on.

She threw the pajamas aside, picked up his underpants, unfolded them, held his ankle, and began to put them on for him.

When wearing it, she paused, as if she was doing psychological construction.

After a few seconds, she calmed down and continued.

Finally, Amber saw that thing again, and then her face turned even redder, and her breathing became much quicker.

But this time, instead of avoiding it, although she was shy, she stared at it boldly.

After looking at it for a while, she poked it with her finger curiously.

When she realized what she had done, she hurriedly raised her head to prevent a nosebleed.

God, she found out that she was a lecher.

She actually went to touch that on purpose...

She thought she was hopeless.

Amber was resigned, lowered her head, and continued to dress him.

This time, she was no longer nervous and shy like just now.

After all, she had seen it and touched it. The freshness is gone.

Finally, Amber got him dressed. She sighed in relief and sat on the bed to rest.

That's right, rest.

Her sore back was soaked with sweat as if she had fought with someone.

Amber turned her head, glanced resentfully at the man who was still sleeping soundly on the bed, and shook her head.

Then, she stood up, picked up the pajamas on the side, and continued to dress him.

It was much easier, so she quickly helped him with his right sleeve. When it came to the left arm, she suddenly stopped, "This is..."