Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber) novel Chapter 1128

The man's back hit the sofa, and the whole man was discontented.

Not with Amber, of course, but with the person who came to ring the doorbell at such a late hour.

Amber pretended not to see the displeasure on the man's face and hurriedly sat up from the couch, straightening her disheveled hair and clothes, "Someone just rang the doorbell, did you hear it?"

As she tidied up, she asked the man beside her.

The man is now also finishing his clothes, listening to her words, compared to her nervous panic, he is more calm to have more calm.

Even if someone comes, he can't lose his temper in the slightest.

He patted his sleeves, folded his legs up and down, and only then slowly returned: "I heard you, it's just someone coming, why are you so panicked?"

Looking at the woman who stood up and started fixing her pants again, Jared hooked his lips and added, "Besides, this is our place, and when someone comes and we're so flustered as hosts, people who don't know, they'll think we're doing bad things on someone else's turf."

Amber froze on the spot as she said this, blinking in confusion.

Yeah, this is her place.

It makes sense for her and Jared to do whatever they want here.

So why should she be so flustered and weak-minded just because someone is coming?

For those who don't know, they really think she and Jared ran into someone else's territory to do bad things.

Amber forehead, crying and laughing, "I reacted too much, but I am also a subconscious reaction, after all, when doing that suddenly someone came, anyone will have too much reaction, after all, fear of being found well."

Jared laughed lightly.

"Okay, you go get the door." Amber ruffled her hair around her ears and was about to walk toward the foyer.

Jared got up and took her wrist, "I'm with you."

He would like to see who is running to disturb his good deed at this late hour.

Better that person come here is a business, otherwise ......

Jared's eyes narrowed slightly and a cold, dangerous glint erupted from his eyes.

The person outside the door didn't know what was going on and suddenly felt so cold.

He couldn't help but shiver, then rubbed his arms.

Suddenly, the door in front of him opened.

Amber and Jared's figures appeared in the doorway.

The man at the door saw the two men and immediately put his hand down from his arm and stood, "Mr. Farrell, Miss Reed, good evening."

"Ben?" Amber's face couldn't help but be a little surprised when she saw the person at the door.

Jared also frowned, "What are you doing here?"

"I ......"

Ben was just about to answer when he saw Jared's face turn unbearably cold, "You better have something important to do, or you'll pack your bags tomorrow and go on an expedition to Africa."

"What?" Ben couldn't believe what he heard, and the whole man was so shocked that his glasses slid from his eyes to the bridge of his nose.

What is this?

Who is he?

Where is he?

What did he do?

Why was Mr. Farrell assigned to an African expedition?

Ben was standing outside the door at this moment, with a skeptical expression on his face, and his whole body was frozen.

Amber covered her lips and snorted out a laugh.

This laughter, also let Ben slow down, a bitter face to look at Jared, "Mr. Farrell, did I do something wrong? How come, for good reason, you let me go to Africa?"

Jared's lips tightened, "Do you need a reason for that? You go when you're told to go, what's the point?"

"But ......"

"Okay Jared," Amber smiled as she took the man's arm, "Don't scare Ben."

She knew why the men had arranged for Ben to go to Africa.