Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)
Chapter 671 Jared Sobered Up

Upon hearing Amber's question, that person finally looked up.

Much to her surprise, Amber still couldn't see that person's face. She only saw the person wearing a black facemask, while the uncovered half of face was bandaged. Only a pair of eyes were exposed. Amber gaped at this.

It turned out to be a woman after plastic surgery.

Amber could tell the person had done the operation all over the face based on the bandage and the surgical traces on those swollen eyelids.

How painful it would be!

Amber shivered. She was shocked and thought this woman was indeed brave.

Not everyone could have the courage to take such a considerable risk to do the overall plastic surgery.

"What do you want... Ma'am? Are you looking for someone?" Amber had to ask again after receiving no response from the woman.

Just now, when the woman bowed her head, Amber couldn't tell her gender. After all, she was sitting in a wheelchair but looked quite tall. She looked above five feet five, so Amber had guessed it might be a

man.

However, since the woman looked up, from her eyes and the wisp of hair exposed under the brim of her hat, Amber was confident it was a woman.

Hence, she called her Ma'am.

The woman still didn't answer while being at the door. She only raised her head to gaze at Amber.

She looked calm, but inwardly, she was shocked.

She wondered why Amber happened to be here and if the rumors were real.

It was said Amber had reconciled with Jared.

Thinking about that, the woman's hands clenched while they were hiding in her sleeves on the armrest of her wheelchair. Her nails dug into the flesh of her palms.

The next second, she lowered her head. She failed to keep calm any longer. Her eyes were full of ruthlessness, looking pretty vicious.

She had never expected Amber and Jared to be together again.

The woman couldn't accept this fact, trembling slightly.

Seeing that she still kept silent, Amber became more alert. She didn't speak as politely as earlier and asked in a cold tone, "Ma'am, if you refuse to answer me, I'll have to call the security." She raised her phone as she spoke.

The woman raised her head again. Her eyes, full of hatred, returned to calm and natural as if nothing had happened.

She coughed and answered in a low voice, "I'm sorry. I seemed to have gone the wrong way."

"Really?" Amber looked at her in confusion. She was shocked when hearing the woman's rough voice. It sounded as if the woman's throat were full of sands, much more unpleasant to hear after Jared's voice after he got drunk.

"Yes." The woman nodded.

Amber didn't believe it. "This is the top floor, not anywhere in the middle."

She couldn't understand why the woman could get lost.

After all, only an exclusive elevator could go up from the first floor to the top floor directly.

There was only one button in the elevator, which was for the top floor.

Hence, Amber didn't believe that the woman appeared there because of taking a wrong turn.

Seeing that Amber was suspicious, the woman answered calmly, her eyes flickering, "I know this is the top floor. My friend is also living on the penthouse, but I've mistaken the building number. I thought he was in this building. I knew I made a mistake when I saw you, Miss."

"Oh?" Amber pressed her lips together? "Why are you so sure you've got lost when seeing me? What if you haven't made any mistake and I just come out from your friend's house?"

She gazed at the woman, wishing to find out something.

The woman was still calm. "It's impossible, Miss. My friend is seriously sick. Except for his family and me, no one is allowed to enter his house."

"If so, why didn't you answer me when I asked you twice?" Amber asked expressionlessly.

The woman cast down her eyes. "I'm sorry, Miss. This is my first time being here. When I saw you, I was shocked. Then I kept wondering which building my friend was staying in. I'm sorry for bothering you. I'm leaving now."

Then she operated her wheelchair to turn around, heading for the elevator.

Amber stood at the door, looking at her indifferently. She didn't stop that woman from leaving.

Until the woman entered the elevator, Amber held the garbage to go out and tossed the trash into the trash can at the staircase.

When she clapped while walking back, she wondered thoughtfully.

She seemed to have met women after plastic surgery quite often recently.

In only half a month, she saw two of them.

Once in Country K, and this was the second time.

She wondered if it was popular to do plastic surgery now so that she could meet them frequently.

Amber shook her thoughts off and forgot this matter shortly. Then she went to the kitchen to check on the chicken soup.

Time flew fast. The afternoon was gone, and it was getting dark.

Amber checked her wristwatch. It was half-past seven. She wondered if Jared had woken up.

She threw away the TV remote control, stood up, and entered Jared's bedroom to check on him.

If he was still sleeping, she would wake him up.

He couldn't keep on sleeping. Amber wanted him to eat something.

After all, he only had a small bowl of millet gruel for a whole day.

Arriving at Jared's bedroom door, Amber twisted the doorknob and entered.

When she turned on the light, she found Jared was sitting on the bed.

Probably of the sudden light, his eyes were stimulated. He closed his eyes with a frown to adapt to the light.

Amber leaned against the door frame and chuckled. "Are you awake?"

Jared had adapted to the light. He opened his eyes and looked over at her. A trace of surprise flashed through his intense eyes. "Why are you here?" he asked. He thought it was Ben.

Amber raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Why am I here? Have you forgotten?"

She walked over, sitting on the bed edge. "Have you really forgotten?"

Jared rubbed his temples. "I'm sorry, but I feel quite dizzy now."

"Dizzy?" Amber looked solemn. She covered his forehead with his hand, checking if he was on fever.

After all, many people having a hangover would have a fever.

However, she felt relieved after covering his forehead.

He wasn't on fever. Amber guessed it must be the sequela of his hangout.

She picked up a glass of water prepared for him in the morning and handed it over. "Have some, Jared. I put a hangover-cure pill in it. You'll feel better after drinking it." Jared took it over and drank it slowly.

After a minute, Amber looked at him and asked, "How about now?"

Jared nodded slightly. "I feel better."

"All right. Now you can recall why I'm here. You can also recall what had happened during the daytime. There's a surprise," Amber said with a faint smile.

Jared looked at her expression, and his heart skipped a beat. He had a bad hunch, somehow.

He didn't think she was talking about a surprise but a terror.

Amber saw his trembling eye pupils. She couldn't tell what was in his mind. However, she faked not knowing it. She asked intentionally, "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?" Jared's thin lips parted. He didn't answer.

Amber didn't mind. She stood up and said, "Okay. I'll leave you in peace. I'm going to prepare dinner now. Take your time. When you recall, come out for dinner."

She expected to see his embarrassment after he went to the living room.0000