Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)

Chapter 563 Jared's Concerns

Amber turned a deaf ear, still holding her hair tightly, and with her other hand, unscrewed the faucet,

then plugged the sink.

Listening to the sound of clattering water, a great uneasiness rose in Braylee's heart, "What are you

doing?"

"What am I doing?" Amber's red lips curled into a cold arch, "You'll soon find out, it'll be something

you'll never forget."

"Fuck you, Amber, let go of me!" Braylee shouted with a fierce expression, while also using her hands

to break Amber's hands, trying to free her hair from Amber's hands.

But Braylee's height and figure, both inherited from her mother, Beatrice Sitwell, short and small, simply

could not shake Amber, whose strength was greater than hers.

Not to mention the fact that Amber is energized by anger and has more strength at the moment.

Even though Braylee was struggling, she couldn't break free but ended up getting herself tired and

sweaty.

Braylee reluctantly raised her eyes and stared deadly at Amber, her eyes quenched with poisonous

intent, "Bitch, let go of me or I'll..."

Before she could finish saying her threat, her entire head was pushed into the sink by Amber.

The cold water instantly invaded her eyes, nasal cavity, as well as her mouth, making her unable to

breathe and extremely painful and uncomfortable.

The two hands of Braylee, both of which kept swinging violently in the air, waving.

Amber looked at her coldly, "Your mouth is so dirty, you have to be given a good wash to see if you still NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

dare to curse and talk about Dad like that in the future."

Braylee's head was submerged in water, unable to speak, but able to hear.

Hearing Amber's words, she was so angry that she subconsciously opened her mouth and wanted to

fight back.

As a result, when her mouth opened, a large stream of water rushed down her throat like a flood,

making her feel even worse.

Amber kept her eyes on Braylee, silently calculating the time to tug her up in her heart.

After all, even if she loathed Braylee, she couldn't really kill her.

Thinking it was about time, Amber yanked Braylee's hair, tugging her head out of the water.

Braylee head tilted high, coughing violently, while looking at the ceiling, breathing heavily, her whole

face was in a mess, even her eyes, were also red and bloodshot, wet eyelashes, not sure was by the

water or tears.

"How about now? Is your mouth a little cleaner?" Amber looked at her with icy eyes, her voice

impassive.

Braylee rolled her eyes and looked at Amber as if she wanted to eat her, her chest heaving fiercely,

gritting her teeth and talking back, "Bitch, how dare you fucking..."

Amber frowned and once again shoved her head into the water, "Looks like your mouth hasn't been

washed clean yet. I'll continue, then."

Braylee was so angry that she could kill, she closed her eyes and mouth tightly, kept shaking her head

in the water, trying to shake Amber's handoff.

But Amber grabbed her by the hair and held on for dear life, no matter what she did, she couldn't shake

it off.

Braylee knew she probably couldn't shake Amber's hand, and her heart grew desperate.

Of course, in addition to despair, there was a deep hatred.

This hatred went straight to her head, so she couldn't help but open her mouth to curse.

But her mouth was in the water, whenever she tried to open her mouth, the sound that came out, was

in a blur, completely incomprehensible.

Even though it was incomprehensible, Amber could also guess through Braylee's tone that she was

cursing, Amber said after a heave, "Braylee, you really are hopeless."

With those words, she yanked Braylee's hair up and pulled her head out of the water again.

Just as Braylee opened her eyes and were about to breathe, Amber pushed her head down again.

After holding her head down, instead of holding it down for a long time like before, she held it down and

lifted it up, then held it down and lifted it up again.

She repeated a dozen times, Braylee was about to collapse.

Amber's behavior was more torturous than holding her head in the water for a long time because every

time she could breathe, not yet adjusted to the rhythm, her breath was taken away by the water again.

And for every few seconds, to feel the cold choking feeling of being drowned, was mentally and

psychologically depressing and hopeless.

Under both psychological and physical torture, Braylee was going to break down.

Her strength, however, had dwindled as she struggled against it, and in the end, her strength had

begun to wane.

Amber knew she had to stop, or something really bad was going to happen to her, and then she

yanked her head back up and swung her into the stall.

Braylee hit her back against the bathroom door, screamed in pain, slid down, and sat down on the cold

ground, gasping for air.

She had no strength now; she was so weak that she could not move on the ground.

But even now, like a waste, she did not forget to look up at Amber, "You just wait, Amber, today's

humiliation, I will give it back, and I will let you suffer the same!"

Amber stood with her back to her in front of the sink, washing her hands and looking at her in the mirror

with a mocking smile on her face. "Really? I'll wait. I'll see what you can do."

Then she pulled a towel from the box beside her and turned around. "If you don't have that ability, in

the end, you'll have to kneel at Dad's grave and repent."

"Why?" Braylee gritted her teeth.

Amber crumpled up the towel and threw it into the trash can. "Just because you are unfilial, is that

enough?"

Braylee ground her teeth.

Amber wasn't in the mood to talk to her anymore, so she grabbed her purse, and stepped out of the

bathroom elegantly in high heels.

"Amber!" Braylee ground her teeth, almost squeezing the word out of her mouth.

These two words were ground by her teeth as if she wanted to achieve the purpose of biting and

tearing Amber into pieces through this.

She stared at Amber's departure with gloomy and vicious eyes and swore silently in her heart that she

would take everything away from Amber when she returned to the country.

More than that, she wanted Amber to experience all the painful, desperate things in the world.

Otherwise, she could not let go of her hatred!

On the other hand, Amber walked out of the bathroom and headed for the banquet hall.

Just before she reached the entrance of the banquet hall, she saw a figure running out of it.

"Jared?" Amber looked at the man running out and hastily shouted.

Jared heard her voice and stopped in his tracks.

Amber frowned, "What are you running for? You forgot your feet..."

Before the words were finished, an arm came toward her, then tugged her into his arms, hugging her

tightly, his voice low and hoarse, he asked, "Where have you been?"

Amber heard the worry and anxiety in his tone, her eyes opened and she meekly replied, "I went to the

bathroom."

"What took you so long?" Jared loosened her up a little and then looked down at her, "I went back to

look for you and waited for you for almost twenty minutes, did you really go to the bathroom?"

"Of course." Amber nodded, "Where did you think I was going?"

"I thought something had happened again when you suddenly disappeared." Jared said with a serious

and tense expression, "It happened the last time, you suddenly disappeared, and when I found you,

you had an accident. So Amber, do not leave without permission in the future. Even if you have to

leave, you have to send a message to me, okay? You don't know how worried I was when I couldn't

find you, worried that something had happened to you!"

He could not hear one more news of her accident; his heart could not stand this kind of surprise.

So now he was really worried that before his heart could be replaced, he would die from the stimulation

if something happened to Amber.