Love Letters, Divorce Papers novel Chapter 743

Seeing Jared so self-confident, Amber became more expectant.

She said with a smile, "Okay. I trust you. Turn around."

"Why?" Jared was confused.

Amber pointed at the apron in his hands.

Jared understood what she meant. His eyes lit up, and he turned around.

Amber shook the apron open, put it on him, and untied it.

Then she patted his back. "All right. Mr. Farrell, you can go to the kitchen now."

Jared hummed. "Okay."

He stroked into the kitchen.

Amber looked at his back with a smile. After a thought, she called him, "Mr. Farrell, do you need any help?"

"Nah." Jared didn't turn back, waving his hand in denial. "I can handle it myself."

He was afraid she would mock him if he made any mistakes later.

Hence, he'd rather cook alone in the kitchen.

In that case, even if he made a mistake, he could correct it secretly. Otherwise, she might think he bluffed.

Since Jared refused her, Amber shrugged and didn't insist. "All right. I'll help you sort out the suitcases."

"Okay," Jared answered from the kitchen.

Amber chuckled and walked to the bedroom.

Ben was squatting in front of the big suitcases.

He had opened them.

However, he squatted there in silence without moving, lost in thought.

When hearing the footsteps, Ben turned around. He instantly stood up when seeing Amber with a polite smile. "Ms. Reed."

"Ben, what were you doing just now?"

Ben chuckled bitterly, scratching his head. "Here is the thing, Ms. Reed. Mr. Farrell asked me to help him sort out his belongings, but this is your room, Ms. Reed. I'm a man..."

Amber understood what he meant. She smiled at him. "I see. Sorry for troubling you. You can have a rest, Ben. I'll help him with it."

It was her bedroom, so her belonging was everywhere.

Ben was, in a sense, a "stranger" to their relationship. If he helped Jared sort out his belongings, Ben would definitely have to touch Amber's belongings, some of which were private.

Hence, Ben was in a dilemma, wondering how to sort them out. Amber could understand.

Upon hearing Amber's words, Ben looked as if he had been saved. He bowed at her twice. "Thank you so much, Ms. Reed. I'll leave them to you, then."

"It's nothing." Amber shook her head.

Ben stroked out of the room.

Amber squatted in front of the suitcase as Ben did earlier. Then she checked on things in Jared's suitcases.

After looking through them, Amber covered her forehead.

It was impossible to put many things into the two suitcases.

However, Jared's stuff, including necessities, clothes, and accessories.

Amber needed to provide him with a massive space for those things.

As she thought of it, Amber looked over at the wall opposite.

Then he saw the two suitcases pulled by her. "What are you doing?"

"The suitcases are empty now. They cannot be kept in the bedroom, so I'm pulling them to the study," Amber said and patted them.

Jared reached out to drag them. "Leave them to me."

Then he dragged the two suitcases towards the study.

Amber followed him, looking around. She found only they were in the living room, so she asked, "Where is Ben?"

Jared opened the study door and answered, "I asked him to go home."

"Why didn't you keep him staying for dinner?" Amber asked behind him.

Jared suddenly paused his paces. Then he turned around and looked at her intensely. "Why do you want to keep him for dinner? The dishes are prepared for your specially. I can't let a stranger eat them. Have you ever seen a boss cooking for his employee?"

Amber shook her head. "Never."

"That's right." Jared turned around, slightly raising his chin. "I won't give him any chance to try my dishes. I only cook for you."

Amber laughed out. "Should I be smug about it?"

"Shouldn't you?" Jared tilted his face to look sidelong at her.

Amber nodded hard. "Of course, I should be very smug. After all, the chairman of the Farrell Group, who's always ranked in the top five on the Forbes list of billionaires, cooked for me in person. Only I can have this honor in this world. If your admirers knew it, they would be jealous of me to death, Mr. Farrell."

"Good. You know it well." Jared snorted. "Hence, you should watch me and treasure me to avoid those women stealing me."

Amber covered her belly, falling about laughing. "I was just being polite, Mr. Farrell. Look at you. All right. Let's have dinner after putting the suitcases away. I can't wait to taste your dishes."

"Sure." Jared didn't waste time when hearing it. He hurriedly put away the suitcases.

After that, he stepped out of the study. Amber had been standing next to the dining table. With her hands pressing the table, she gazed at the dishes without a blink.

Jared marched forward, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. "How do you like them?"