Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber) novel Chapter 783

She found Jared's WeChat and sent the recording over as she spoke.

Jared heard his phone vibrate and didn't take it out of his pocket, still staring at her intensely, "Danger? Do you still know danger?"

His tone was off.

Amber looked at him suspiciously and saw his grim expression; her smile slowly froze and finally disappeared, feeling a little uneasy, "What's wrong with you? That horrible look on your face, I didn't piss you off, did I?"

Jared sighed and removed the phone from her hand before grabbing her wrist and yanking her forward, wrapping her into his arms and hugging her very, very tightly, "Amber Reed, do you have any idea how dangerous this behaviour of yours is?"

This time, he was calling her by her full name.

He had been calling her by a nickname for the past few days, and Amber had gotten used to it.

When she heard him call her by full name, she was a little uncomfortable, and after a moment of bewilderment, she realized that he was angry with her for calling her that.

And she probably understood what he was angry about, none other than the recording she did.

Not that she shouldn't have recorded, of course, but that she had recorded with no regard for the danger she was in.

He was angry with her for not protecting herself appropriately.

After thinking this through, Amber's stiff body gradually softened, and she lifted her hand, hugging Jared back, knocking her chin on his shoulder and smiling back slightly, "I know, but don't worry, I'm fine here, aren't I?"

"Yes, you're fine now, but if something happens, will you still be able to talk properly in front of me?"

Jared held her out of his arms and stared at her, "Do you know how nervous and worried I was when I saw these messages you sent me after the meeting? I was worried that Sam Smith's men had found you out. That man, I know, is already a ruthless one; if he found out about you, he would not let you go; my heart was almost on the edge of my seat as I raced to the office. When I arrived at the office, I found the door was locked inside, and I didn't know whether you had locked it yourself or whether the man had done it, all I knew was that my hands were shaking when I opened the door, just in case I opened it and saw you in danger, and ..."

He didn't say the rest of the words, as if he was afraid to tell them or didn't want to.

But Amber understood the meaning; he was afraid to see her without breath, not alive and well.

It seemed that this time, it had scared him.

A flash of guilt rose in Amber's heart as well, and she hugged Jared, "I'm sorry; I should have ended the message I sent you by telling you that I was fine; I didn't think of that at the time and made you worry about me."

Jared stroked her hair, "Yeah, I was worried, but thankfully, what I saw when I opened the door was a good you."

Amber smiled anew, "The guy didn't spot me, to say the least; I was pretty lucky; I finished my cake and went to the bathroom to wash my hands; I was just about to go out after that when I heard a commotion outside. I thought it was you at first, but then I heard the man talking then I realized it wasn't you, but someone hostile to you. The man spoke to someone on the phone and said he was looking for some document; I knew I couldn't go out or be found out; otherwise, that person would turn against me. So, I stayed quietly in the bathroom with no intention of going out; I took out my phone and recorded it until he left. I locked the door to your office, just in case that person came back with a kill shot, to say the least; I was pretty grateful that person didn't look for another room. Otherwise, I would have been found out. "

After hearing Amber's description, Jared's heart contracted.

Although she described it plainly, as if what had happened had passed and she didn't care anymore, his face tightened when he heard about it.

She knew she would be in danger of going out then, so it could be imagined how scared she was to be alone in the bathroom.

Thinking about it, Jared gathered his arms and wrapped tighter around Amber again, so strong that he wanted to take Amber into his blood and bones; an emotional loss was hinted from his voice, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you alone in the office, back then, it scared you, didn't it?"

He should have insisted in the morning on not letting her come here.

If she hadn't come, she wouldn't have come across such a dangerous thing.