Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber) novel Chapter 1215

"Although you've pissed her off now, next, be careful." The man's voice spoke in a cold, deep voice.

Amber lifted her head and looked at the man's perfect side face, "You mean ......"

"She didn't just come on this call to simply provoke you, she came to declare war." Jared narrowed his eyes.

Amber pursed her lips, "Declare war?"

The man lifted his chin, "She then told you that since she was making provocative phone calls to you when she first came out, she was obviously telling you that she would not let go of what she had suffered and that she would seek revenge on you."

Amber laughed, "She still has the face to seek revenge on me? She has been the first to find fault, she is clearly wrong, but she does not reflect on it, but also think I should not fight back, should not do this to her, and want to revenge on me, is really disgusting."

The man patted her shoulder, "Don't take it lightly, she's not hard to deal with, it's the Connor behind her that's hard."

"I know, don't worry, I'll be careful." Amber gave a reassuring smile to the man, signaling him not to get too nervous.

But how can a man not be nervous about her, only this moment did not say anything.

But in his heart he had already decided to take a shot at getting that Alice woman back into prison.

Connor has one less helper, they will also have one less opponent, and it will be much easier to deal with Connor in the future.

This is the first time he has taken the initiative to deal with a woman.

As a man, he never laid a hand on a woman, and never used despicable means to calculate a woman, this is his upbringing.

But this time, he's going to make an exception.

For the sake of Amber's safety and to be able to better clean up Connor later, he didn't want to keep guarding some deodoo.

After all, to insist on morality at a time like this is to put yourself in chains.

Secondly, Alice, a woman, is also not worthy of his respect for upbringing and virtue.

The man gently wrapped his arm around Amber, and in a place Amber could not see, the man looked behind her in the void with extraordinarily beady and cold eyes.

Amber naturally does not feel, after all, the coldness of the man, and not to her.

What she felt was only the tenderness of the man from his heart.

Leaning in the man's warm, broad arms, listening to the man's heartbeat, she can't mention how peaceful and reassuring it is inside.

At that moment, the smart kitchen stove suddenly emitted a dripping sound, and after three rings, it stopped and there was no sound.

Amber hurriedly got up from the man's arms, "The scheduled time is up, the soup should be ready, I'll go fry two dishes and get ready for dinner."

With that, she was about to get up.

But the shoulders were squeezed by the man.

The man stood up at her puzzled gaze, "What's wrong?"

"You sit down, blow dry your hair, I'll go get the dishes." Finished, rubbed a handful of the woman's still somewhat wet hair, long legs and walked towards the kitchen.

Amber touched the place he had rubbed, smiled a little, and dutifully went to get a blow dryer to blow her hair.

By the time she had dried her hair, the man had dinner ready.

Amber walked over to the table, saw the colorful and fragrant dishes on the table, leaned over and sniffed them, then gave the man a thumbs up, "Not bad Jared, you're getting better at cooking now."

"If you practice a lot, you'll get better naturally, so eat." The man walked over and slipped a pair of chopsticks into her hand.

Amber pulled out a chair and sat down, saw the man who was serving rice, suddenly thought of it, and hurriedly stopped, "Wait."

The man stopped moving and turned his head suspiciously toward the woman, "What's wrong?"

"You don't eat first, you drink the soup first." Said, got up and picked up another bowl, then gave the man soup.

Jared's thin lips twitched as he watched her serve the soup with glee.

It seems that tonight this soup, I have to drink it.

He put down the bowl holding the rice in his hand, helplessly holding his forehead a smile.

It's just that, since you can't escape, you can drink it.