Hypnotizing Love novel Chapter 562

Jared shook the juice in his hand; the bright red juice was even more translucent and beautiful under the light of the hall.

He tilted his head and took a sip.

It was sweet, so sweet that it was cloying, but also sweet to the heart.

At this point, Amber took a sip from the glass of red wine she had just snatched from his hand, before answering his words, "Well, Nichole doesn't want to break off the engagement."

"She loves him?" Jared looked at her.

This "him", obviously referring to the scumbag Jonah Pratt.

Amber shook her head, "Of course not, Nichole said, the person she wanted to marry is gone, so for the sake of the family, it's the same with whoever she marries, and even if they are married, they would have an open relationship anyway."

"So that's how it is." Jared nodded his head and then set his eyes forward.

After seeing the couple go down, he tilted his head and finished the rest of the juice in his glass in one gulp, put the glass down, and said to Amber, "I'm going to see Jonah Pratt's father, do you want to go?"

Amber waved her hand, "Nah, I don't know them."

"That's fine, you wait here and eat something, and I'll be right back." Jared picked up a plate, chucked two mango-flavored cakes, and handed the plate to her.

Amber reached out and took it, "Go ahead, I'll wait for you."

"See you later." Jared smiled and turned to leave.

After he left, Amber suddenly froze.

Strange, why did she promise to wait for him?

The answer to something vaguely surfaced in Amber's mind, but it was quickly suppressed by her again.

She lowered her head, using a delicate silver fork, cut the cake, then forked up a piece and put it into her mouth, it was sweet.

Strangely enough, the taste of the cake was good, but definitely not as good as that made by a highly skilled pastry chef.

But for some reason, she felt that it was better than the ones made by the senior pastry chef.

Amber sat on the couch in the corner, eating the cake while waiting for Jared to return.

After waiting for a while, she put down her plate and got up to go to the bathroom.

After going to the bathroom, Amber stood at the sink washing her hands and touching up her makeup.

Suddenly, she looked in the mirror and saw the cubicle door behind her open, and Braylee came out of it fixing her hair.

Amber put down the lipstick in her hand, turned around, and shouted, "Braylee Reed!"

Braylee paused for a second and then looked up, "Hey... Amber?"

Her voice was shrill with surprise, and her eyes were written with shock and disbelief when she looked at Amber.

"Why are you here?" Braylee took two steps forward at a rapid pace and came to a stop in front of Amber, questioning loudly.