My ex-wife is so beautiful novel (Jared and Amber) novel Chapter 529

"Darling, you..." Cole did not expect that Amber would react so strongly when she took the note. She quickly snatched it away and hid it behind her back as if it was something shameful.

Amber also knew that her overreaction would easily cause misunderstandings. She lowered her eyes and apologized, "I'm sorry, Cole. You can't read this note."

"Why can't I read it?" Cole put down his hand and looked at her.

"Because..." Amber's lips moved.

"Because the note was left by Jared, right?" Cole cut her off.

Amber's pupils shrank as she looked up at him. "You..."

"You want to know how I've guessed it, don't you?" The corners of Cole's mouth curled into a self-deprecating smile.

Amber's throat rolled and she agreed.

Cole clenched his fists. "It was not difficult to guess. Last night, Makenna committed suicide. It was already midnight. At that time, Jared was with you, so he would definitely send you back. This note and breakfast, actually I don't even need to guess who left them here the moment I saw them. Did Jared come again this morning?"

Amber blinked her eyes for a few times.

Well, he was mostly correct.

The only thing that was wrong was that Jared had not come over this morning, but had not left the entire night.

"Cole, actually..."

Amber parted her red lips and wanted to say something, but Cole waved his hand and interrupted her with a forced smile. "Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. You should eat breakfast first. After that, I'll send you to Goldstone. Coincidentally, I have something to do at Goldstone today."

"You want me to eat breakfast?" Amber looked at him in surprise.

"Why not?" Cole nodded.

"Of course." Amber replied, "You don't like Jared the most. You have never been willing to let me accept Jared's things. Now I'm not used to it."

"There's no other way. You just got up and haven't eaten breakfast. There is a ready-made one here. It's a waste not to eat it. Besides...

“Cole hid the discouragement in his eyes and whispered, "Even if I ask you to throw it now, you can't do it, can you?"
He said the last sentence in a very low voice.

Amber only heard him muttering something, but she could not hear the specific details. She tilted her head and asked
doubtfully, "Cole, what are you talking about?"

“Nothing. You should have breakfast first. I need to go to the bathroom."

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Amber looked at his back and felt that he was a little strange.

However, she did not think too much about it. She took the note hidden behind her back and looked at it. "I will go first.
Breakfast is placed on the dining table. If it is cold, heat it up before you eat.”

This handwriting was undoubtedly Jared's.

His handwriting was always sharp and domineering, very unique, and people could tell at a glance that he wrote it.
Amber looked at this line of words and curled her lips. "I'm not a fool. Why do you remind me to heat it?"

There was a faint smile on her lips.

Amber folded the note and put it in her pocket. Then she went to check the breakfast in the bag.

It was still hot.

This surprised Amber a little.

It seemed that Jared had not been gone for long.

Amber pulled out a chair and opened the breakfast box.

The breakfast was very sumptuous.

Amber was somewhat amused as she held her forehead. "Did he grab each of every single type of food from the shop?"
She shook her head helplessly. She picked up a spoon and stirred the porridge. As she ate, she sent Jared a message. "Thank
you for your breakfast."

After sending this message, Amber was about to put her phone aside.

In her opinion, he was probably busy at this time.

A trace of surprise flashed through Amber's eyes. Her hand quickly picked up the phone again, unlocked it, and opened
WhatsApp.

On the other side, Jared was sitting in the main seat of the conference room. When he saw her reply, he suddenly chuckled.
He could imagine the expression on her face when she sent this message.

Jared did not know that his subordinates were secretly discussing him. His slender fingers quickly typed on the screen.
Z: Do you like the breakfast?

Jared straightened his back a little and asked: What's the matter?