Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber) novel Chapter 130

Facing Amber's clear eyes, for some reason Jared dared not look directly at her.

As if he was afraid that she would see something, he wandered away slightly, "You're not fit to ride a horse with that pale face!"

Others smiled and immediately looked towards Amber's face.

Cole was the first to speak up, "Yeah baby, you do look pale. Still having carsick?"

Amber touched her face, "Is it really pale?"

"A bit." Stella replied.

Amber smiled, "I am fine. I can ride."

Hearing these words, Jared's eyebrows twisted, his face full of disapproval.

She really didn't have the slightest bit of self-awareness about the fact that she was pregnant.

Was the baby important, or riding important?

Just when Jared couldn't help but forcefully stop Amber from riding the horse, Cole spoke up, "Baby, why don't you just go back and continue resting, you can ride next time. It would be troublesome in case you still get dizzy."

Jared nodded slightly, thinking that this time Cole had finally done something right, no longer just obeying Amber.

However, Amber was stubborn and smiled, "It's fine, I've come, why should I go back? Don't worry, I'll ride slowly and won't rush."

"Alright then." Cole felt that this was fine and agreed, then pulled Amber over to the stables to pick a horse.

Jared looked at the two's backs, his face dark.

He had just felt that Cole had done something right, but in the next minute he found he was wrong.

What did she see in a man with no adherence like that?

"Brother, come and race!" In the distant stables, Logan made a trumpet-like gesture with his hands and shouted to Jared.

Jared gave his brother a look, ignored it, rolled onto his horse, and went to the other side of the horse farm.

Soon, Amber and Cole picked their horses.

She picked a white mare.

The mare was beautiful, and standing with Amber, who had changed into a red riding outfit, the picture was extremely nice, and one could not help but want to take a picture of it.

Hayden slithered over on his horse and whistled at Amber, "Not bad, I didn't see you were quite valiant."

"Amber, you're so pretty." Logan could only use the simplest words to compliment her.

And the simplest language was the most direct, and often more likely to make one happy.

So even if Amber didn't want to pay attention to Farrell family anymore, she smiled at him at this moment, "You have a good taste."

Logan gave a smile too.

Amber finally spoke to him.

Not far away, Jared sat on his horse, impassively looking at the three people who were talking to each other, his heart was quite uncomfortable, and he even had the urge to drive Hayden and Logan away from Amber.

At this time, Cole rode out on the horse he had chosen and went to the race with Hayden, Logan and Stella.

Amber took her horse to the other side of the stable so as not to get in the way of their race.

Since she hadn't ridden a horse in years, Amber was a little rusty in her posture when she mounted the horse, and she didn't get on the first time and almost dropped herself.

Jared frowned as he watched and rode over, "When you step on with your left foot, grab the saddle at the same time, then stomp upwards, and turn your right foot over in time."

Amber turned to look at him, "You're teaching me?"

Jared was noncommittal, "Try what I said."

Amber was silent for a few seconds, not refusing.

After all, she was supposed to be here to ride, and it was naturally best if she had someone to teach her.

So there was really no need to be pretentious about anything.

Amber recalled what Jared had just said, then did as she was told.

But sadly, she still didn't make herself up there.

Something went wrong when she flipped her right leg onto the horse's back, the ligaments didn't stretched enough and she couldn't get her right leg up, and most embarrassingly, she failed to retract it.

Then her body lost its weight and fell backwards.

Seeing this, Jared's face changed slightly, and he immediately dismounted from his horse, extending his arm to catch her.