My ex-wife is so beautiful novel (Jared and Amber) novel Chapter 559

Caught up in the heat of the moment?

Such a weak argument! She was also there!

Why wasn't she affected? Instead of being aroused, she even found it revolting!

Jared was just making some lame excuses for his taking advantage of her!

Jared patted on her head gently when he saw Amber's teary eyes. "Okay, I admit. That was not entirely true. But the last part is true. I found it hard to restrain myself with you in my arms. Plus, you kissed me first."

Hearing that, Amber stopped her attempt to wriggle free of Jared's hand. Her face turned rosy red as she put down her hands and murmured, "I... I wasn't trying to kiss you. Those two were bumping against the door. The force pushed me forward and... It was just an accident."

"I know." Jared nodded then continued, "Did you get hurt?"

"I'm fine." Amber shook her head.

She basically flattened herself against the door.

Therefore, when it pressed down on her back, there wasn't that much impact.

"Good." Jared nodded, easing a little.

"You know that woman?" He asked.

His question distracted Amber from the miff. She nodded a positive response.

"Who is that?" Jared gazed at her.

Amber took a deep breath and answered solemnly, "Braylee Reed."

"Braylee Reed?" Jared furrowed his eyebrows. Why did this name sound so familiar?

Soon, he remembered who it was. A hint of surprise appeared on his usually emotionless face. "The second daughter of your father?"

He didn't say that she was Amber's younger sister.

He knew that, to Amber, Braylee was nothing but a stranger, an enemy even.

He still remembered what Amber mentioned in the letters. Her stepmother and this "sister" of hers had bullied her over and over in the past.

That was not what a sister would do. So, Jared simply addressed her as Hugo's second daughter.

"Yes." Amber clenched her fists, her eyes filled with anger. "Six years ago, she and her mother, Beatrice Sitwell, absconded with company funds. I thought they would just swanning off with all that money. But here she is, selling her body. If dad knows that Braylee is a home wrecker, he would be so pissed that he might crawl out from the grave."

Amber patted her forehead. "Right. I almost forgot. I have to get this recording to my friend before the speech. Or else, it would be too late."

If she didn't get it to her friend on time, her friend would be officially engaged.

"Then go," Jared fixed Amber's hair as he said. "I'll be waiting at the elevator. When you get back, I'll take you to Mr. Hahn."

Hearing his encouragement, Amber nodded with a smile on her face. "Okay. I'll get to it."

"Go on now," Jared hummed a reply.

Amber squeezed her phone and click-clacked down the corridor.

Jared watched her walking away until she was out of sight. Then, his face relaxed into his usual cold expression and made a call. "Hello, sir. It's me. I want to talk to you about your son after the engagement party."

Amber soon found her long-lost friend.

They were both pumped to see each other.

After chatting casually for a while, Amber took out her phone, explained why she was here, and played the recording.

To Amber's surprise, her friend didn't seem shocked at all.