Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber) novel Chapter 412

Jared cleared his throat and lay with downcast eyes when she noticed Amber was in s sulk. "It seems that her company needs her urgently, so she was answering the phone outside."

"Alright," Amber lifted her chin for approval.

Amber would let it pass if Violet got something emergency.

"May I help you over?" Jared's eyelids lifted when he knew his plan worked.

Amber pursed her red lips and Jared the silence as a tacit acknowledgment.

Jared took her arm and helped her to the sofa.

"It's almost noon. Let's order something?" Jared said after sitting down.

Amber's stomach rumbled before she could refuse.

She touched her stomach in embarrassment, and her cheek immediately blushed. "I…"

She did not expect her stomach to betray her.

If she insisted to refuse, it would seem like she was deliberately challenging him.

Amber sighed and took whatever it came. She fidgeted with her hair around her ears and said, "Then thank you, Mr. Farrell."

"It's just a meal." Jared's lips curled up into a smile.

At least she didn't reject him forcefully.

Couldn't Jared take it as progress between them?

At the thought of this, Jared was in a happy mood.

Violet was happy for him too.

But soon, this happiness was fleeting.

Violet did not see a bit of affection for Jared on Amber's face. That meant Amber had not yet grown feelings for Jared.

So, Jared still had to try harder.

Soon, there was a knock on the door of the lounge.

Violet subconsciously wanted to open the door, but Jared looked at her to tell her to stop.

It reminded Violet that she was still 'answering the phone out there.'

"I'll open the door. It should be the lunch takeout." Jared walked towards the door.

After a moment, he came over with the meal box and put it on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

Amber could tell what was in the box by smell, and a twinge of emotion rose inside her.

Those were Amber's favorite food.

"You…" Amber tilted her head to Jared and muttered.

Jared raised his head while putting food on her plate. "What's wrong?"

"These… "

"These are your favorite food." Jared chimed in.

Then he added, "By the way, I didn't order them for Makenna."

Amber raised her eyebrows, "Do you think I believe you?"

"You won't, but it's true. Makenna went into a vegetative state after waking up, and she was too sick to eat many things. So, I really didn't order these for her. Well, I have ordered mango and mango desserts. Sorry." Jared's voice trailed off.

Amber's eyelashes fluttered. "You don't have to feel sorry. Many people in the world like to eat mangoes, and I'm not the only one who loves to eat them. Also, mangoes aren't my designated fruit, so you can order it for anyone."

"I know. But for me, you're privileged. It'll never change, and I just used to think of Makenna as you. That's why I ordered mangoes for her. But later it turned out that she was allergic to mangoes." Jared put the fork into her hand.

Amber adjusted the fork, "Just out of curiosity, how on earth did you recognize Makenna as me? It is common to make mistake, but it takes almost six years to realize you make a mistake. It really makes me feel…"

She gave a jeering smile and paused.

But Jared understood.