Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)
Chapter 809 Am I Old?

"That's good." Jared then released her head with satisfaction. He held her hand and stood up. "It's late. Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"

Amber shook her head and said, "no, I'm not hungry. You just finished your work. Are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry." Jared shook his head.

Amber yawned and said, "since you are not hungry, you can wash and go to bed. You must be tired after a whole day. Look at you. You have dark circles under your eyes." She pointed at his eyelids.

Jared raised his hand and touched it. Then he smiled carelessly and said, "it's not serious."

"It's not serious? You haven't slept for more than thirty-six hours." Amber pursed her lips and felt a little unhappy.

Jared shrugged.

It was only thirty-six hours.

In the past, he often didn't sleep for two or three days.

But his intuition told him not to say these words, or he would definitely piss her off later.

Amber didn't know what the man beside her was thinking. She pushed him towards the bathroom and said, "Okay, hurry up. It's getting late."

"Okay, I'll go now." Jared turned his head and looked at the woman behind him with a gentle smile.

After pushing Jared into the bathroom, Amber clapped her hands, turned around, and went back to her room, reclining on the bed.

Then she reached out her hand, picked up the crystal ball at the head of the bed, and shook it. Then she held it in her hand. Looking at the flying snowflakes in the crystal ball, she couldn't help smiling.

She had been in a heavy mood since she came back from the dessert shop. All she thought about was her strange concern for the Trenton couple.

She didn't know why her attitude towards the Trenton couple had changed so much, so she was very upset. She wanted to know the reason.

But the more she wanted to know, the more she couldn't figure it out. Then she sat on the sofa in a daze until Jared came back.

Fortunately, after Jared's advice, she was in a better mood now. Her strange care for the Trenton couple also stopped.

Maybe what he said was true. Her strange care for the Trenton couple was really because she was softhearted and she was easy to feel sympathy for others.

And she really hoped that the reason was not something else, otherwise...

While she was thinking, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Jared came in, wearing a loose bathrobe, revealing his strong and perfect chest. The muscles on his chest were tight and silky. He looked very attractive, full of temptation that only belonged to men.

At this moment, he wiped his wet hair with a towel while walking. The tip of his hair was still wet, water dropping into the bathrobe on his shoulder.

Amber put the crystal ball back and no longer lazily leaned against the head of the bed. She sat up straight and looked up at him. "Why don't you dry your hair and then come in?"

"I want to accompany you." Jared walked to the bedside and sat down.

Amber rolled her eyes and said, "I don't want you to accompany me."

"I want." Jared looked at her and said.

Amber was amused. "All right. Give me the towel and I'll dry it for you."

"Okay," Jared replied and handed the towel to her.

Amber knelt down behind him and gently dry his hair.

The man's hair was black and soft, just like silk.

Amber couldn't help rubbing and fiddling with it.

However, when she touched his hair, Amber suddenly saw a small stitched scar on his scalp.

It was only about two centimeters long, but it looked like there were several stitches.

And the scars seemed to be aged.

Amber stopped what she was doing and frowned. She gently touched the scar with her finger and asked with concern, "how did you get this scar?"

Her voice was a little hoarse.

Obviously, the scar made her feel a little sad.

Jared opened his eyes and felt the position of her touch. He knew what scar she was asking about. He opened his thin lips and replied, "it was accidentally hit by Logan when he was a child." "Logan made it?" Amber raised her voice.

Jared replied, "at that time, Logan was still young, only three years old. He was very naughty and liked to throw things around. When I came in from outside, I was hit by the glass thrown by him." Amber touched the scar and her face darkened. "I thought you had gone through something else to get this scar. I didn't expect it to be Logan. He has been disliked by everyone since he was a child." Jared was pleased by her words. "You're right."

"Well, sit down. I'm drying your hair. What are you doing? Don't move." Amber patted the man on the shoulder.

The man sat up straight and looked serious and cute, just like an army man.

Soon, Jared's hair was almost dried. Amber picked up the hair dryer and dried it for him.

His hair was not long, and it was half dry. It was fast to dry it with the hair dryer.

Amber put the hair dryer into the drawer at the bedside.

As soon as she put it down, he pressed her down on the bed.

Amber raised her head and saw that Jared was also staring at her. His dark eyes became deeper, like two black holes, which almost sucked her soul.

The man's breath was a little heavy, and the hot breath hit Amber's face. He stared at Amber's red lips like a wolf.

Amber looked at the man's eyes and knew what he wanted to do. She raised her head and pressed her forehead against his to stop him from lowering his head.

The man was stunned. Apparently, he didn't expect to be stopped halfway.

He looked at the woman under him, confused, wondering why she stopped him.

Amber opened her red lips slightly, revealing her white teeth and tongue tip.

She looked at him and shook her head slightly. "No, you haven't slept since yesterday. Aren't you tired?"

He even wanted to have sex with her.

However, Jared shook his head and replied in a hoarse and sexy voice, "I'm not tired."

Amber rolled her eyes at him and said, "you're not tired, but I'm tired. Anyway, you should sleep tonight. You're already thirty, not the young man in your twenties. How long can your body withstand the torture like this?"

Jared's eyes trembled.

She said he was thirty.

He knew he was already thirty, but was a thirty-year-old man really old?

A thirty-year-old man should just be at the best age.

Thirty was the golden age of a man. Why did she feel that thirty was so old in her eyes?

For a moment, Jared felt a little frustrated.

Looking at his aggrieved look, Amber raised her hand and pushed the man to the position beside her. "Okay, go to sleep. You need to sleep, okay?"

Jared pursed his lips and asked, "am I very old?"

He asked.

Amber blinked her eyes and asked, "what?"

"You just said I'm thirty, not a twenty-year-old young man." Jared stared at the woman and asked, "so, do you think I'm old?"

Amber was amused. "I didn't say that you are old. I just said that a thirty-year-old man's physical quality is indeed not as vigorous as that of a twenty-year-old man. So, you can't think that you are still young and ignore your health. I'm doing this for your own good, understand?"¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶☐