Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)

Chapter 390 Pay off Debt

After a while, he took out his phone, and dialed a number.

Amber had returned to her hotel suite.

Because this trip had relieved her of a worry, she was now relaxed.

Seeing that she was humming a song, Stella could not help but laugh, "Ms. Reed, you are in a really

good mood."

Amber nodded. "Of course."

Now that she knew that there was nothing wrong with her background.

Of course, she was in a good mood.

When Stella saw that Amber was so happy, her mood also became better.

Then, Stella checked the time and saw that it was already 12 o'clock. She walked to the room's landline

and asked, "Ms. Reed, are you hungry? I'll ask the hotel to send lunch up."

"Yes, but order an extra portion." Amber blinked and said.

"Why? There are only two of us." Stella was puzzled.

"It's for Jared." Amber pursed her red lips and said lightly, "Didn't you say that he sent the breakfast in

the morning? So, we should pay him back with a meal. He can't possibly send that back, right?"

"That's true, but I don't know what Mr. Farrell likes to eat. Ms. Reed, you should know, right?" Stella

smiled.

Although they were no longer in a relationship, Ms. Reed had loved him before.

Therefore, Ms. Reed definitely remembered Mr. Farrell's preferences.

Amber didn't comment and listed a few dishes.

Stella noted it down, picked up the telephone, contacted the hotel reception, and ordered lunch.

Half an hour later, the hotel staff pushed the dining cart to the presidential suite.

At first, when Ben saw the dining cart, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. "We didn't order lunch?"

He and Mr. Farrell were going out for a while. The branch manager in South Riverside wanted to treat

Mr. Farrell to a meal.

He didn't order anything. Why did the hotel send lunch over?

The staff smiled and replied, "It was Ms. Reed from the business suite who ordered it for Mr. Farrell."

"Ms. Reed?" Ben's eyes lit up.

"Yes."

"Alright. Give me the dining cart. I'll bring it in." Ben hurriedly reached out.

The staff pushed the cart to him.

After he took it, he immediately pushed it into the room.

He could already predict what kind of expression Mr. Farrell would have.

"Mr. Farrell." Ben came to the door of Jared's study and knocked on the door. "Ms. Reed has ordered

lunch for you!"

In the room, Jared was having a video conference with the manager of the branch. When he heard

Ben's words, he was stunned at first. Then he immediately closed the laptop, got up, and strode to the

door.

Amber actually ordered lunch for him!

Jared had an undisguised look of joy on his face and reached out to open the door.

When he saw the dining cart behind Ben, his eyes clearly showed excitement and impatience, but his

face still pretended to be reserved and cold. His thin lips parted, "You just said that this from Amber for

me?"

"Yes. Mr. Farrell, are you happy?" Ben nodded and asked with a smile.

"Not bad." The corners of Jared's lips curled up slightly.

He knew why Amber wanted to order lunch for him.

Perhaps it was because of the breakfast in the morning. She did not want to owe him.

He was a little upset by her intentional courtesy, but also happy that she had returned the gesture.

Because he could pretend that she had specially ordered this for him and not just to repay a debt.

Ben looked at the joy in Jared's eyes and his pretend reluctance. Ben could not help but roll his eyes in

his heart.

"Then Mr. Farrell, shall I push it to the dining table?" Ben pointed at the dining table.

"No need, I'll do it myself." Jared waved his hand.

With that, he pulled the dining cart over and pushed it towards the dining table.

Ben followed behind him. Looking at Jared pushing the dining cart, he could not help but laugh.

He felt that his and Mr. Farrell's identities were swapped. He looked like a boss, and Mr. Farrell, who

was pushing the dining cart, looked like his assistant.

Needless to say, being the boss of his boss felt really good!

Arriving at the dining table, Ben helped Jared move the dishes to the table.

Ben opened the lids one by one and looked at the dishes on the table. A trace of surprise flashed in his

eyes. "Mr. Farrell, these are all your favorite dishes."

"I know." Jared said with a gentle gaze.

He could tell at a glance.

Unexpectedly, she still remembered the dishes he liked to eat.

"Mr. Farrell, you must be even happier now, right?" Ben looked at Jared teasingly.

Jared glanced at Ben and ignored him. He pulled out a chair and sat down. He picked up his

chopsticks and said, "Tell Brain that I won't be going to the lunch party at noon."

Ben nodded. "Yes."

When he had got the lunch sent over by Ms. Reed, why would he need a lunch party anymore?

Ben took out his phone and sent a message.

After confirming that the message had been sent, he also pulled out a chair and sat down, reaching for

his chopsticks.

Seeing this, Jared's handsome face immediately sank, and he said in a cold and faint voice, "What are

you doing?"

"Eating." Ben replied matter-of-factly.

"Who said you could eat?" Jared's voice became even colder.

Ben blinked. "Of course, Ms. Reed. These dishes are obviously for two people. There are also two

pairs of chopsticks. This means that Ms. Reed also prepared my share."

"Heh. Even so, I don't want you to have any." Jared sneered.

"Why?" Ben's eyes widened.

Jared leaned against the back of the chair with a domineering expression. "Because these are all mine.

If you want to eat, you can order for yourself. In short, this lunch is not for you!"

The corners of Ben's mouth twitched, and he was speechless.

His boss was clearly just being possessive! He didn't want anybody else to share Ms. Reed's affection!

"But Mr. Farrell, you can't finish this much. It's such a waste to throw it away. It's also unfair to Ms.

Reed." Ben said with a smile.

If he put it that way, Mr. Farrell should let him eat.

He was really hungry at this moment.

"Why do I have to throw it away if I can't finish it? I can save it for dinner." Jared looked at him and said Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

lightly.

"Then you'd be eating leftover." Ben opened his mouth.

"It doesn't matter!" Jared raised his chin arrogantly.

This time, Ben was completely speechless. There was only admiration left in his heart.

This man who had probably never eaten leftovers in his life was willing to do it, just so he could have all

of his beloved's affection.

He had to admire that.

In order to pursue his wife, Mr. Farrell was really willing to let go of his face and dignity.

Especially, someone of Mr. Farrell's status, it was even more admirable.

It was just a pity that even if he could let go, he still would not be able to woo his wife.

Ben took one last look at the table full of sumptuous food, curled his lips and went out.

Order his own meal! Okay, he would order the most expensive one and ask his mean boss foot the bill!

...

At night, after Jeremy finished all his work, he went to the hotel to meet Amber.

Just as Amber was chatting happily with him, Stella came in from outside, clutching her stomach and

laughing.

Amber and Jeremy stopped chatting and looked at her.

Although Amber could not see, it did not stop her from asking, "Stella, what good thing happened to

you? Why are you laughing like this?"

"It's not me, it's..." Before Stella could finish speaking, she laughed again.

"Can you stop laughing?" Jeremy frowned, his tone a little impatient.

"Sorry, sorry, I can't help it. It's too funny. So embarrassing." Stella wiped the tears from the corners of

her eyes and said, "When I came in from outside the hotel just now, I saw Ben bringing a doctor in."

"And?" Amber raised her eyebrows.