Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)

Chapter 21 Help Me Sell the Wedding Ring

"Amber, don't look at him and just look at me, okay?" Cole wanted Amber to withdraw her eyes back

from Jeremy outside the window. "I am more handsome than Jeremy, right? Or do you like him more

because he is a virgin?"

She rolled her eyes at him, not knowing whether to laugh or not. "I found you a bit of a narcissist when

we were young, but I didn't expect you to be even more so after growing up."

"I am self-aware of my good look!" He giggled, "Amber, why don't you marry me? Corazón Azul is

nothing. I will find the world's most unique diamond ring to propose to you!"

Amber and Cole grew up together. They had often visited each other's houses and been close since

they were children. Every time she was unhappy, he would try everything he could to make her smile.

And she was indeed amused by his words and remembered what had been neglected by her.

She opened her clutch bag, fumbled inside for a ring and took it out. Even under the dim light, the

diamond ring still shone brightly.

It was her wedding ring.

She stared at the ring and thought of everything that happened tonight.

The scene of Jared kneeling down to propose to Makenna and how he defended her dotingly… This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

When these scenes came to her mind, her calm heart became fretful again.

Cole also saw the ring from the rearview mirror. Surprisingly, he said seriously, "Amber, some people

look like humans but they were just beasts wearing human clothes. When you see him again, just

ignore him."

"Mm," she replied. Within a minute, she calmed herself down again.

She put the wedding ring on the central console box and said peacefully, "Help me sell the wedding

ring and donate the money to poor areas."

After saying that, she leaned back in her seat and looked at the scenery outside the window, seemingly

quite relaxed and indifferent.

It had been eight years. Her wishful love finally came to an end and she also felt relieved.

…

At the hotel, the banquet was still on and all the guests were chatting and eating, as if nothing had

happened.

Jared greeted those bosses and partners of different companies one by one. Finally, he found a

chance to take a break, looking tired.

Just as he sat down, Makenna came over.

"Jared, are you okay?" she asked thoughtfully, handing him a glass of warm water, and starting to

massage his shoulders.

Her skills were good, but he still felt haunted by a feeling of irritation.

He pressed her hand and said in a low voice, "Tonight you've talked to many people and it was quite

exhausting. Sit down and have a rest."

"Okay." She smiled and sat down next to him.

She peeled an orange and handed it to him but he did not take it. Instead, he simply looked at her and

said, "Makenna, tell me once again how the car accident happened back then."

His gaze was sharp, making her a bit afraid. She shuddered and the orange in her hand almost fell to

the ground.

"I've stayed in the hospital for too long and I forgot about many things." She tried to keep calm and

recalled, "I did not remember how the accident happened. But I vaguely remembered that I was hit."

She added, "Miss Reed came tonight to make trouble. Jared, you wouldn't believe Cole Lyon's words

and think that I had planned the accident, would you?"

He remained silent.

Seeing him like this, she grabbed his hand and said in a trembling voice, "Jared, you have to trust me. I

am not familiar with Miss Reed, so why should I wrong her? I won't joke with my own life."

When he saw her red eyes, he no longer cared about his doubts and only felt sorry for her.

He took her hand and kissed it. "Since you have recovered, we won't bring up the accident in the

future. This car accident cast a shadow in your heart, so I don't want you to feel bad about it again."

"Ok." She felt relieved and her lips curled up.

She peeled another orange and handed it over. Looking at his chiseled face, she said, "Jared, I know

during the six years of marriage, Miss Red had sacrificed a lot for you and the Farrell family. I am

grateful to her very much. I want to invite her to dinner some day and prepare a gift to thank her

properly."

"There is no such need." Thinking of what happened half an hour ago, he got a gloomy face and said

coldly, "Amber was the only person who could give you blood at that time. She threatened me with this

and I had to marry her. The Corazón Azul she took away tonight is also worth a lot of money."

Hearing his words, she felt he was loyal to her and was always on her side, so she was completely

relieved.

She leaned over and hugged his waist, revealing a bright smile on her face. "Jared, thank you for

waiting for me. I have recovered and I will have plenty of time for you and for Mrs. Farrell in the future."

They were close and he smelled the rose fragrance on her body. It was faint but he somewhat felt

uncomfortable and frowned.

He remembered that Amber also wore perfumes. He had smelled it several times but did not feel

anything wrong.

"Makenna, mind your manners." Mrs. Gardner and Trenton also came over. When she saw Makenna

hugging Jared, she soc her with a smile, "The guests are still here."

Makenna have her face turned red upon hearing her mother's words. So she hurriedly let go of Jared

and sat back in her seat.

But Trenton did not agree with his wife. He said, "Makenna and Jared are lovers, so what does it

matter? If not for that Amber…"

Suddenly, he realized something and then smiled at Jared, asking, "I heard that you went to dinner with

the president of Maxmatch and wanted to purchase it?"

"I just had a meal with Mr. Tam." Jared said, "He is competitive and did not want to lose his company

although the situation was dismal."

Trenton nodded, "I heard that he was looking for investment these days but failed."

They talked about business matters. Most of the time, it was Trenton who did the talking and Jared just

listened, occasionally dropping a line or two.

A waiter was carrying the juice through the crowd and delivering it to another table. Jared thought of

something and called the waiter over. "Please get us a pot of freshly squeezed mango juice."

"Okay. Wait a moment," the waiter replied.

When Makenna saw Jared asking for mango juice, she got stiff on the face but dared not ask

questions.

Soon some fresh mango juice was delivered to them.

Jared poured a glass of juice and handed to Makenna, revealing a light smile. "I remember you said in

the letters that you loved to eat mangoes. Once you went to your grandma's place and ate thirty small

mangoes at one go. I wondered why you were not afraid of being too full."

"Because they were called small mangoes." She took the mango juice and held it tightly. However, she

did not drink it at once and her face seemed paler.

"What's wrong?" He asked, "You liked to eat mangoes but you don't like this kind of drink, huh?"

Trenton did not understand Jared's words. But he knew that Makenna was seriously allergic to

mangoes. She simply could not eat mangoes or anything containing mangoes.

So he hurriedly said, "Jared, she can't…"

"I love mangoes and the mango juice. When I was at home, my mother always squeezed mango juice

for me. "She interrupted her father and glanced at him secretly, signaling him to stop talking.

She looked at the mango juice in her hand and drank it all up with gritted teeth.