Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)
Chapter 746 Alcohol Enhances Boldness

She moved quickly, but she still had a sorry look. Jared was amused and laughed out. "Slow down, Amber. You'll get choked."

"No!" Amber put down the goblet on the table with strength and pushed it to him. "One more glass, please."

Jared raised his eyebrows. "Don't you feel sorry now?"

Amber glanced at him. "How could it be possible? I still am, but I'd rather finish it compared to making it sour. Hurry! One more glass," she urged him.

Jared chuckled again. "Okay. Here you go."

He picked up the wine bottle and refilled her goblet.

Amber picked it up. Staring at the shiny red liquid inside, she sighed. "It's all your fault. Why did you suddenly cook for me?"

"Hmm?" Jared looked at her in confusion. "Is it my fault?"

How could she blame him for it?

"Of course!" Amber stomped. "If you hadn't cooked, I wouldn't have wanted to celebrate it. If so, I wouldn't have recalled this bottle of wine. If I hadn't thought of it, you wouldn't have had the chance to open it. All in all, it's your fault."

Jared was shocked by her words.

He had never known she was two-faced. She pushed all blame on him.

He admitted that he had cooked for dinner and taken the initiative to do it, but he didn't ask her to celebrate it.

She wanted to celebrate it, and he tried to stop her but failed. She insisted on taking out the wine.

Now, she was blaming him for everything.

Jared covered his forehead, feeling extremely aggrieved.

Amber was unhappy, seeing him keep silent and press his thin lips together as if he was thinking. She pounded on the table. "What's wrong? Are you not convinced? Don't you think it's all your fault?" Jared's lips twitched.

She was forcing him to admit it was his fault.

"All right. All right. It's all my fault. I'm sorry." Jared had to accept his fate and take all the blame. He patted Amber on her shoulder to calm her down.

Amber was his girlfriend, so he didn't mind taking the blame. He could coax her.

After all, he had to be tolerant. And he was willing to be that for Amber.

Thinking of that, Jared took a sip of the wine in his goblet. "How lucky you are to have me as your boyfriend. No one in this world will spoil you so much." He shook the wine slightly, staring at the red liquid. He chuckled.

This was the first time he accepted to take the blame, and it was all because of the wine.

He was willing to do it. If others knew it, they wouldn't believe it.

Amber knew what Jared meant by his words and also realized how unreasonable she seemed just now.

However, she didn't care. Jared was her boyfriend. It wouldn't be a big deal if he took the blames.

Thinking of that, Amber snorted willfully at Jared. "I'm glad you are sensible."

Jared pinched her cheek. "Why didn't I know you were so naughty before?"

Amber patted his hand off. "You don't know me well. I don't think you have seen my sides."

"Oh?" Jared curled up his lips. "Then I look forward to digging them out."

"Take your time. I wonder how many you'll find." She gulped down the rest of the wine in her goblet as she spoke. Then she put the glass in front of him.

It was evident. She wanted another glass.

Jared slightly frowned. He didn't move. "Stop it."

"No! We can't waste it." Amber shook her head determinedly, insisting on drinking.

Jared covered his goblet with his big palm. "You'll get drunk. This wine is stronger than the ordinary ones. You are not good at drinking. I'm afraid you'll get hammered. Let's stop drinking, good girl. We can take a rain check."

"No way!" Amber was unhappy when hearing his refusal. She frowned deeply and said in a coquettish tone, "I insist. This wine tastes good. I still want some."

"No way," Jared refused again. He was about to put the wine bottle away.

Seeing that, Amber pounded the table and stood up. "Jared, I dare you! Don't put it away. Heard it? You can't put it away. Or... Or..."

"Or what?" Jared paused his paces and looked back at her. His eyes sparkled a bit, and she couldn't understand the emotions in them.

Amber blinked blankly and answered, "Or, I'll cry a river."

Then she pouted, ready to shed tears.

However, no matter how hard she tried to become moody and squeeze her eyes, she couldn't cry at all.

Jared was taken aback when looking at her.

He was startled when she pounded the table.

In his opinion, Amber wasn't such a moody woman just because she couldn't drink the wine.

However, she had done it, actually.

Jared suspected that she had been drunk, so she became short-tempered.

Then Amber was ready to cry, so Jared could confirm that she was indeed drunk.

Of course, she hadn't been hammered yet. She was slightly confused, but that explained why she had become short-tempered. However, she looked more lively than usual. Jared looked at her blank face and blushed cheeks. Suddenly, he wanted to tease her. "Aren't you gonna cry a river? Why are you still not crying?"

Amber curled her lips in a grievance. "I can't cry out..."

Jared chuckled, his chest trembling slightly. He was indeed amused.

"All right. Then I'll put it away." With those words, he was about to head to the study.

Amber instantly held his waist. "No way! I said I still wanted it. You can't put it away."

"But you are drunk, Amber."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are," Jared looked down at her and repeated solemnly.

Amber frowned in silence as if she was considering his words solemnly to ensure if she was drunk or not.

She looked up at him with a more blank look a while later. "Isn't it nice? It'll be a good chance for you to do whatever you want."

Jared's eye pupils shrank. Then his eyes darkened.

He gazed at her while his Adam's apple bobbed. He asked huskily, "Amber, do you know what you are talking about?"

Amber giggled. "Of course. Don't you always want to make love to me? Because I can't overcome the mental knot, you've been trying hard to tolerate it. You must suffer a lot. I could feel the change of your body in the meeting room during the daytime, so I decided to sleep with you at a proper time. I didn't know what time was the best, so I suggested drinking some wine. Then I could become bolder after drinking some. Hence, I will make a decision more determinedly."

Jared listened to her, his eye pupils shaking. His Adam's apple bobbed faster. His voice became rougher. "So... You didn't really mean to celebrate it. Your real purpose was to drink with the excuse of celebration. Then you would get drunk and sleep with me, right?"

"Sort of." Amber pressed her head to his chest, listening to his racing heartbeat. She panted in the alcohol smell and said, "I also wanted to celebrate. Kill two birds with one stone."☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐