My ex-wife is so beautiful novel (Jared and Amber) novel Chapter 682

With a strong feeling of nostalgia and familiarity, her body was shivering and her eyes turned red.

"Didn't you tell me that yourself?" answered Jared, resting his arm on the window sill of the car.

At a loss, Amber blinked her eyes and said, "Did I ever?

"Uh-huh."

"Well...when?" asked Amber, feeling more puzzled.

She had never told him about the nickname, not to her recollection.

The name had been sealed in by her ever since her father's death six years ago.

She was to about to forget the name herself until he called her by it.

"Eleven years ago," said Jared, looking at the woman standing in a daze.

"Eleven years ago?" Her eyes were wider than ever.

"Yeah." Jared nodded.

"You mean in those text messages?" asked Amber who swallowed.

There was no way that she had told him the nickname herself, for she had not met him eleven years ago.

That left the only possibility that she mentioned it in those texts, for they had been pen pal with each other for quite a long time by then.

Seeing that she already guessed it, Jared admitted with a nod, "Yes, you told me the nickname in your text when you were bullied by Braylee back then. It irritated her that your father called you by that nickname, so she threw a hissy fit, trying to stop him from calling you that again. You were upset and told me your nickname was Little Maple in the letter. You only mentioned it once, but I've never forgotten it since."

"I see…" Amber said biting her bottom lip, in a choking voice, "it was so long ago, how can you still remember that? I could hardly remember it myself."

She wouldn't have recollected it if he had not brought it up.

But now the memory started coming back to her.

She did talk about it in her texting.

It was when she was fifteen years old. Her father returned home from a business trip abroad, bringing her and Braylee each a gift.

They were both delightful until a blaze of anger took over Braylee's face having heard the father calling her Little Maple.

Their father had long called her Little Maple, and he called Braylee "Bray", who loathed it dreadfully under the conviction that it was not special enough comparing with Little Maple, for "Bray" was only an abbreviation from her original name, too perfunctory to her.

Despite the fact that she had always had a problem with that, she had never thrown a tantrum over it, maybe just some sneering innuendo at most. But she went wild that time, demanding her father not to call her Little Maple again.

Her father didn't listen to Braylee, but she was still so saddened by the bickering that she texted a message about it to her then pen pal Zack.

Zack was a really kind and gentle friend who was always there comforting her whenever she was at a loss or feeling blue, so she trusted him deeply.

Sure enough, he replied her letter with nice comforting words and encouragements at that time.

"I've never forgotten anything about you." said Jared with a tender look.

Amber drew a breath, trying to pull herself back together after being unraveled by the nickname. "Oh, well, uh, how come you suddenly wants to call me by that?"

Staring at her, Jared said, "Since we are seeing each other, I don't want to keep calling you by your full name, it doesn't seem close enough. And I don't want to call you as Cole Lyon does. I want a name that's special and exclusive to me. So it just occurred to me."

"Well," Amber pushed her hair aside her brow. "Did you ever call Makenna that?"

It's most likely that he had done so, because Makenna had posed as her before.

If that's the case, it would definitely disgust her.

Jared, however, shook his head and said, "No, I didn't."

"Are you sure?" Amber frowned at him distrustfully.

With a nod, Jared said, "I am sure. You told me in your texting that it's given by your mother, and only called by your parents. So even when I mistook Makenna for you, I never called her that. It's always been yours."

Looking him into his eyes, Amber could see that he was not lying. She was finally relieved of her worries.