Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber) novel Chapter 584

On the other end of the phone, Ben sat on the bed, and only after a long time did he come to his senses and exclaimed, "No way, Mr. Farrell actually spent the night at Miss Reed's house last night, so they're not together already, are they?"

If that's the case, that's a good thing.

Lifting the covers, Ben got out of bed and hurried to clean up.

An hour later, he arrived at Kelsington Bay.

Jared went over to the door in his bathrobe.

Seeing such a funny-looking Jared, Ben first froze, but then he really couldn't hold back and just burst out laughing, "Mr. Farrell, you're..."

Jared's face suddenly sank, permeated with icy cold air; eyes looking at him like dead, "You find it funny?"

"No, not funny at all!" Ben knew he was angry, so he hurriedly stopped his laughter, stood up straight, and shook his head repeatedly.

Jared's eyes narrowed dangerously, "If I ever hear you laugh at this again, you can pack your things and go to work in Africa."

After saying that, he snatched the bag Ben was holding in both hands and went back to the department.

He knew his outfit was funny, but not everyone could laugh at it.

If anyone other than Amber laughed at him, he would get mad.

Outside the door, hearing that he could be dispatched to Africa, Ben was so scared that he rushed after him and apologized to Jared, "I'm sorry Mr. Farrell; I know I'm wrong, I won't dare to do it again."

"Keep your voice down!" Jared stopped in his tracks and turned around and reprimanded him.

Ben immediately realized what was going on, glanced at Amber's room, nodded repeatedly, lowered his voice, and said back, "Sorry Mr. Farrell. I'll shut up!"

Jared looked away, walked over to the couch, put the breakfast bag on the coffee table, then took the other bag of clothes and went to the bathroom.

After a while, he changed his clothes and came out, in a tailor-made suit, instantly back to his general appearance of an elite CEO.

He handed Ben the bag of last night's clothes. "Let's go."

"Mr. Farrell, shouldn't you wait for Miss Reed to have breakfast with you?" Ben pointed to Amber's bedroom.

Jared shook his head. "No, I just got a call in the bathroom. I have an important meeting right now, so I won't wait for her, and let her rest for the weekend."

"Yes," Ben answered, without saying anything more.

Jared walked over to the couch, ready to fold up the quilt.

Ben rushed over and said, "Mr. Farrell, I'll do it."

"No, I'll do it myself," Jared said, swatting his hand and giving him a warning look.

This was Amber's quilt. He wouldn't let it have another man's scent on it.

Ben looked into Jared's cold eyes, pulled his hand back, retreated to his spot, and went invisible.

Jared was just starting to fold the quilt.

But he had never done anything like this before, so he was very rusty and very slow at folding.

Fortunately, at last, he came bit by bit, sometimes pulling the corners, sometimes patting the quilt, it came out quite good.

Looking at his masterpiece, Jared clapped his hands, turned his head to Ben next to him, and asked, "How was it?"

"Very good." Ben gave thumbs up.

Jared tugged his thin lips, "So do you think, when she wakes up and sees this quilt, she'll think it's as good as you do?"

"Definitely," Ben answered with a nod without hesitation.

He didn't know if Miss Reed would feel good about it.

All he knew was that if he answered no, he would get a deadly stare from Jared.

"That'll do. Let's go." Jared lifted his chin and moved his legs toward the hallway.