Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)
Chapter 679 A Night with Her

Amber didn't tell Jared that Braylee had known she wasn't the Reeds couple's biological daughter, because she didn't want to bring him trouble. He was so concerned about her that if he knew it, he would do everything he could to find out how Braylee got the information. But she wanted to solve this problem on her own rather than depending on him since she didn't want to be a good-for-nothing who needed her man to do everything for her.

Jared had no idea of her thoughts. He bent down a little to rub his head against her shoulder gently, asking, "You agree to discharge Braylee?"

"Yes." Amber nodded. "Braylee could be tracked down with your electronic chip and after all, she wouldn't run away without getting my share."

"Ok. It's late. Why don't we go to bed?" Jared said, checking the clock on the wall. It's nearly 10 p.m.

"Yeah, I am very tired now," Amber said, letting out a yawn.

Last night she hadn't slept knitting a scarf for him. When it came to daytime, she had to take care of him for he was drunk, which rendered her exhausted. What she wanted to do was simply to lie down and have a good rest.

"Let me take you to the room." Jared grabbed her hand.

Amber dropped her eyes but didn't take her hand away. He was her boyfriend now and it would be natural for them to hold hands.

Following Jared, Amber stopped before the bedroom door, and the expression on her face was a mix of surprise and bewilderment.

Jared also stopped and turned around to ask, "What's wrong?"

Pointing her chin to the room, Amber said hesitantly, "I think this is your bedroom."

"Yeah, I know." Jared nodded.

Amber's eyes widened and she exclaimed, "Jared, you mean, you want me to sleep with you?"

"Would you like to?" Jared stared at her and asked timidly.

Amber fell into silence. She should have known it when he said he would make the bed for her but walked into his own bedroom instead. She had thought he was going to fetch her a quilt and a pillow but it turned out he just wanted her to rest with him. But compared with the last time when he sneaked into her bedroom at midnight for the sole purpose of sleeping with her, what he did this time seemed less surprising. In fact, she would like to see what kinds of little tricks he still had in order to sleep together with her. If she rejected him, he would probably sneak into her bedroom again.

So, Amber had to say, "No, no, it's fine. Let's go to bed." Then, she opened the door and walked into the bedroom.

Following Amber closely into the room, Jared was overjoyed. He had worried that Amber would reject him, but seeing her walk into his room without unwillingness had somewhat reassured him. Entering his room, Amber saw the king-size bed at the first sight and she couldn't help but blush. Though she knew it was not the time for love affairs, she thought helplessly, "How wonderful it would be to make love with him on this bed."

She rubbed her temples hard in an effort to stay calm. What was she expecting? She must be influenced by Jared, who was always thinking about erotic stuff, or why would she expect something romantic when she saw the bed.

She thought to herself, "Stop thinking about that, Amber. You really need to rest now."

Clapping her forehead, Amber took a deep breath to calm herself down. But Jared took off her hand immediately and asked with a worried expression on his face, "Are you ok? Is it a headache?"

"I am fine." Amber shook her head and cracked a strange smile. "I just remember something funny."

"Something funny?" Jared was bewildered.

Waving her hand, Amber said, "Nothing, just go to bed. I am really sleepy." After saying this, Amber yawned once again.

Seeing the tiredness on her face and the dark circles around her eyes, Jared felt a rush of compassion. He stroked her hair gently, and said in a soft voice, "Ok, go to sleep, babe."

Amber nodded, opened the quilt, and tucked herself in. While Jared lay down on the other side of the bed, stretched out his arms and embraced Amber from behind. He did this with such a natural movement as if they had been lovers for years and slept like this every night.

Touching his arms which were around her waist, Amber curled her lip and thought, "We have been in love only a couple of days ago. How can he hug me like this without asking? Won't he feel shy? This brazer

man...

But since they had been in bed, there was nothing Amber could do. So, she gave up the intention to break away from Jared but tried to sleep in his arms. Exhausted, she felt her eyelids were too heavy to keep her eyes open. Finally, the drowsiness overcame her, and she fell into a deep sleep. Amber was so tired that her breath sounded heavier than usual.

Jared had just woken and he wasn't sleepy yet. So, he lay on his side, head supported by his arm, and stared at Amber's face. She slept deeply and didn't even move. Though her expression wasn't as lively as she was awake, Jared looked at his lover without a blink. To him, she was gorgeous all the time, and he loved her with all his heart. He fixed his eyes on her for a long time and didn't turn off the light to sleep until she turned over and he couldn't see her face anymore.

The next morning, Jared was woken by a phone call. Opening his eyes, Jared looked at Amber in his arms. Amber was sleeping soundly, ignoring the phone call completely. But he was still afraid that the sound will wake Amber up, so he got down from the bed carefully and took Amber's phone away.

Opening her phone, Jared found the call was from Shelia. He picked up the phone and said in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

Hearing his voice on the other side of the phone, Shelia was utterly surprised. She looked at the screen hastily to make sure the one she was calling was Amber. Then, she put the phone back to her ear and asked cautiously, "Is that... Mr. Farrell?"

"Yes," Jared answered.

Shelia breathed a sigh of relief. So, it was Amber's boyfriend, not other strangers. But why did Mr. Farrell answer the phone for Ms. Reed in this early morning? Did it mean...they slept with each other last night? But since they had been lovers, it was quite natural to do so.

Pushing up her black-rimmed glasses, Shelia asked politely, "Mr. Farrell, may I speak to Ms. Reed?"

"She's still sleeping," Jared answered coolly, with one hand holding up the phone and the other stroking Amber's long hair.

Sheila raised her eyebrows. Ms. Reed was still sleeping? She looked at the clock, and it was nearly 10 a.m. She thought to herself with great surprise, "Jesus, they must have had quite a romantic night and Ms. Reed must be very exhausted from it. Otherwise, she should be awake by now.

Jared had no idea of Shelia's imagination and he said, "You can leave the message to me and I will tell her later. Or, if it's not an emergency, I will tell her to call you back once she wakes up." "Yeah, please tell Ms. Reed to call me back when she wakes up. It's not that important." Shelia answered politely.

"Ok." Jared nodded.

He hung up the phone and put it back on the night table. He was about to contact Ben when two slim arms stretched out from the quilt embracing his and a voice asking "What's the time now?"