Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)
Chapter 890 Don’t Call Me Baby

Chapter 890 Don't Call Me Baby

As expected, it was delicious.

Amber couldn't help nodding her head in praise of the man.

The man smiled brightly, "Eat more if you like it"

With these words, he used another pair of chopsticks specially designed for her to pick food to her plate. After one dish, another dish.

By the time Jared finished, Amber's plate was almost piled up.

But the man didn't seem to want to stop. He seemed to be addicted to that.

Amber grabbed his wrist and shook his head, "Okay, stop it. Are you trying to prop me up?"

Jared took a look at her plate and realized he was overstuffing.

He seemed embarrassed and put down his chopsticks and coughed a little, "I'm sorry. Go ahead" Amber then let go of his hand and started eating again.

As she ate, she suddenly became aware of something, and her chewing stopped a little.

Wait, when she got up, didn't she say she was going to bite this man for making her so weak to fall?

Why hadn't she done that yet?

Amber looked suspiciously at the abundance of food on the plate before her and attributed it all to the man being too seductive and too good at pleasing girls.

Well, for the sake of the delicious meal he prepared for her, she might as well let him go.

With that in mind, Amber continued eating without any stress.

She would never admit that she was so easy to buy.

She was just too kind.

Well, yes, too kind.

Jared saw her nod, his eyes narrowed, then reached out and rubbed her soft hair, wondering what was going on in her head.

Amber was in the middle of her dinner when she got a hand rub on her head. She glowered with anger, "Jared, what are you doing?" Jared smiled, "Nothing. I just can't help it because your head is so cute"

Instead of feeling happy, Amber was creeped out.

The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and unconsciously she moved her chair a little farther away, away from this pervert. He couldn't help it because her head was so cute.

He said it as if he thought her head was so lovely that he could not help but tear it out.

Jared blinked in confusion as Amber pulled up the chair, "What's the matter?"

Why did she suddenly move her chair?

Of course, Amber couldn't tell him that she misinterpreted his words. She shook her head slightly and replied, "Nothing. I just felt uncomfortable in my previous seat, so I moved to another one"

Jared lifted his chin and was noncommittal.

After dinner, Jared cleared up the dishes for Amber.

Amber, seeing that he insisted, collapsed on the couch to rest.

After all, someone was willing to do it for her, so why not?

Amber stretched comfortably on the sofa.

Suddenly, her phone vibrated.

Amber reached into her nightgown pocket and pulled out the phone which made her stomach numbing and itchy. It was Cole.

She couldn't believe he was texting her at this hour. Was there something wrong?

Without delay, Amber sat up on the couch and clicked Cole's message. It was just one sentence, "Amber, my mom wants to know if you're free tomorrow. She wants you to bring that Jared to my house for dinner."

At this, Amber smacked her forehead.

She couldn't believe she forgot about it.

Cole had told her a few days earlier that his mother knew she and Jared were getting back together and wanted her to take him to his house for dinner.

She agreed and said she would come the next day.

But because she was suddenly busy those two days, she didn't make it.

Mrs. Lyon was also very reasonable and said she could come when she had time.

In the end, she forgot about it.

And that was something she hadn't talked to Jared about yet.

She probably wouldn't remember if Cole hadn't texted her now.

Tomorrow...

Amber looked over her schedule for the next day and found she was available.

But she didn't know about Jared.

Amber put the phone down, turned around, knelt on the couch, grabbed the top of the back of the couch with both hands, and

yelled toward the kitchen, "Jared..."

Jared was cleaning up the kitchen right now.

He was wearing an apron, pulling sleeves, and with a rag in his hand, scrubbing the counter carefully and painstakingly, like a man who had been doing housework for years.

If Ben were here right now, seeing Jared like this, seeing Jared's hands, which were supposed to be used for signing billions worth of documents, doing this kind of work, he would probably cry himself to death But Jared not only did it, he did it expertly and happily.

Hearing Amber calling from outside the kitchen, Jared threw off his cloth, turned on the tap, washed his hands, and took off his apron.

"What's the matter?" Jared asked softly as he looked at the woman on the couch in the living room.

Amber shook her phone, "Just got a message from Cole, asking if we're free for dinner at Lyon's tomorrow"

"Dinner at their house?" Jared frowned, clearly confused about why he was going to his house for dinner.

There was no way Cole sent them there.

Cole would only invite Little Leaf, not him.

So, someone else should have invited him.

Jared raised his eyebrows at the thought of Cole's parents, "Mrs. Lyon invited us?"

"How did you know that?" Amber looked at him in surprise.

This man was really too smart. She said the first thing about a lot of things, and then he guessed the rest.

No wonder the Farrell Group had gone from strength to strength under his leadership.

With such clever people in charge, how could the group not improve?

Jared looked at the surprise in Amber's eyes and gave a little chuckle as he explained, "It's simple. Cole hates me. There's no

way he's gonna invite me. There are only him and his parents, so his parents are the only ones who would invite me, and his father, being a man, could not have invited us over for dinner for no reason. That would have left Mrs. Lyon"

"That's a hell of a line of reasoning" Amber said, "If you weren't born a Farrell, you'd be a detective"

Jared walked over and sat down, put his big hand on the back of her head and planted a kiss on her forehead, "Thanks for the compliment, babe"

This made Amber's skin crawl.

She rubbed her arms and blushed, giving him an embarrassed stare, "Don't call me baby. It's embarrassing"

She was 27 years old. She was not a toddler or an immature girl who loved to be called "baby" by her boyfriend.

Anyway, she was not used to being called babe.

It was like an old woman pretending to be young.

And where did he learn that phrase?

He was usually aloof, and he didn't look like someone who would call someone "baby"

But now it had come out of his mouth in a low, sultry tone that embarrassed her and, at the same time, flattered her.