Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber) novel Chapter 629

Jared nodded in satisfaction. "Change the time to eight."

He would pick Amber up at six and took her to dinner. The movie would start at eight and finish at ten.

Then it was almost twelve when he sent her back to Kelsington Bay.

It was so late, so he should stay, right?

Jared's eyes gleamed with excitement. He was indulging in wishful thinking

Ben had no idea about Jared's plan, so he just nodded and said, "Alright, Mr. Farrell."

Jared put the receiver back on and then texted to Amber: 6 p.m., I'll come to pick you up. Then we'll have dinner. I heard the new French restaurant in the city's north is good.

Amber: Sure.

Just as she sent the message, her phone rang.

When she saw the caller ID, a trace of surprise appeared on Amber's face.

This call was from Jeremy.

Since Jeremy had been taken over by the second personality and left Olkmore for the Capital, he never contacted Amber.

She didn't know how to get along with Jeremy's second personality. The only thing she knew about this personality was that he was evil.

Amber hated interacting with such a person, so she tried not to think about him.

But she didn't expect him to call after a month.

Was she going to answer or not?

Amber bit her lower lip hesitantly as she gazed at the name on the screen. She was struggling.

She didn't know how to face this personality.

However, after a moment of hesitation, Amber decided to answer the phone.

What if it wasn't the second personality?

With this hope in mind, Amber took a deep breath. She swiped the green button and answered the call. "Jere."

She said tentatively and insecurely.

There was a short silence before a treacherous male voice came. "Amber, this's Jeremiah. I prefer this name to Jeremy."

He was sick of using that idiot's name as more than 20 years had passed.

The name was the best tag to distinguish him from that idiot, Jeremy.

Amber's expression changed slightly when she heard that. Her heart sank as well, and a sense of disappointment surged up.

Her hopes had been in vain. Jeremy didn't regain control over his body.

The person was Jeremiah.

Amber was stung by this truth. She pursed her red lips and asked coldly, "Mr. Rylands, is there anything I can help you with?"

On the other end of the phone, Jeremiah stood by the French window.

When he heard the coldness in Amber's voice, he turned gloomy. "You treat Jeremy nice, but why are you treating me like a stranger?"

Amber said calmly, "Simple, because you're not Jere."

So, she couldn't treat Jeremiah like she did to Jeremy.