Hypnotizing Love(Love Letters) novel Chapter 583

She threw the robe directly at Jared, "This is something I bought online, it's a little too big for me to wear, but it might be a bit small for you. It's only for one night, well..."

Jared took the robe, "Okay."

"Go take a shower and then hurry up and blow-dry your hair or you'll catch a cold later." Amber pointed in the direction of the bathroom.

"I'll go then." Jared nodded his head, then took the robe and walked towards the bathroom.

After he left, Amber didn't stay in the living room either, but went to the kitchen, ready to make him a cup of orange juice.

No matter what, for the sake of that crystal ball, she couldn't let him catch a cold.

Amber cut up the orange, turned on the juicer, and started to make orange juice.

When it was done, she returned to the living room with the orange juice.

Jared hadn't come out of the bathroom yet, so Amber put the orange juice on the coffee table, then sat down and picked up the crystal ball again.

Stroking the crystal ball, Amber murmured with tears and laughter, "How silly. Going out on a snowy night just to buy this. You're the only one, I'm afraid."

Amber then put the crystal ball back into the box, then walked into the room with the box, placed the box on the nightstand, and opened the lid, revealing the crystal ball inside.

Immediately afterward, she put away the swan ornament that was originally on the nightstand.

Without the large swan ornament, there was only a small crystal ball, and the bedside table became obviously monotonous and empty.

But Amber didn't think it was ugly, at this moment in her eyes, this crystal ball was better than all ornaments.

At this point, there was a commotion from the living room outside the room.

Amber knew Jared had come out and hurried out of the room. When she saw Jared standing beside the couch wearing her bathrobe and drying his hair, she couldn't help but cover her lips and laugh.

The robe was too small for him, and it was taut and comical.

But at the same time, the robe also has its advantages; at least it shows off Jared's good figure as well.

Jared, of course, knew what Amber was laughing at and raised his eyebrows, but he did not stop her.

After all, he did look a little funny at the moment.

So, if she wanted to laugh, let her laugh, as long as she felt happy.

But Amber didn't have to laugh for long before she stopped.

She still knew that everyone had self-esteem, sometimes it's okay to laugh twice, and it's disrespectful to keep on laughing.

"Ahem." Amber coughed lightly against her lips, and then pointed to the orange juice on the coffee table, "That's the one I made especially for you, drink it."

Jared realized there was a glass of orange juice on the table, a flash of surprise in his eyes, which passed instantly, replaced by eyes full of tenderness, "Okay, I'll drink."

He dropped the towel on the arm of the couch, sat down on the couch, and then picked up the orange juice and drank it.

After drinking, Amber tossed him another blow dryer, "You sit here and dry your hair while I make your bed."

Jared dutifully did as she said, got up and walked across the room to the single couch, and sat down.

Amber came to the couch, reached under the couch, felt a lever, and pulled it out.

Then Jared saw that there was actually a layer under the couch that was pulled out by her, and after lifting up, the layer was flush with the original couch cushions.

In this way, the couch became a single bed.

Jared raised his eyebrows and realized that the couch actually had this function.

"I'm going to get you the quilt." After Amber fastened the latch of the couch, she turned around and went back to the room, and after a rummage in the closet, found two quilts and a pillow and spread them on the couch.

"There, I'll leave the heating on at night; you won't get cold sleeping here." Looking at the finished couch bed, Amber clapped her hands before turning to the man drying his hair.

He lifted his head and dropped a light kiss on her cheek before putting his head back on the pillow, "Good night!"

He whispered another good night to the woman before closing his eyes and going to sleep contentedly.

The next morning, however, just after dawn, Jared opened his eyes and then went to see the woman in his arms.

When he saw that the woman had not woken up, he gently removed his hand from her waist, then lifted the covers again, gently got out of bed and gently left her room, went back to the living room on his own couch-bed to lie down again, pretending as if nothing had happened, and went back to sleep.

But it could be that his loved one wasn't there, that Jared couldn't sleep, he closed his eyes and lay down for a while, then sat up, took out his phone, and made a call.

"Who is it? Do you know it's early in the morning?" Ben sounded on the other end of the line, still groggy and impatient.

Jared squinted his pretty eyes and said in a deep voice, "It's me, Jared Farrell."

"Jared Farrell?" Ben frowned. His first reaction was that the name sounded familiar.

And the next thing he know, he jerked up in bed and was wide awake. He grabbed the glasses on the bedstand and put them on, "Mr. Farrell," he said with a fawning smile. "It's early. What can I do for you?"

Damn, that's infuriating.

Jared used to call him in the middle of the night and told him to do this or that.

And now he's evolved too early in the morning, it's not even dawn.

Mr. Farrell was a true monster.

"Bring me a suit and breakfast at eight o'clock at Kelsington Bay," said Jared, glancing at his watch.

Ben was confused. "Kelsington Bay?"

Jared said, "Yes, don't be late."

Then he hung up the phone.