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

Chapter 84 A Familiar Letter

"Check for what? He likes to be alone, doesn't he? Just leave him be." Shonna said with an angry and

displeased tone, but she didn't stop Jared from going upstairs.

After all, Logan was her own son.

As a mother, how could she really be ruthless to her son?

Jared also knew about it, so he went straight upstairs as soon as he finished speaking.

"Logan, open the door." Jared stood outside Logan's room and knocked on the door. NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

The door was opened.

Logan looked at him, the rims of his eyes red, "Jared."

"You're crying?" Jared raised his eyebrows.

Logan lifted his arm, wiped his eyes roughly, and retorted awkwardly, "No, I'm not."

Jared snickered but soon adjusted his expression, "Can I come in and talk?"

"Come in." Logan agreed, stepping aside.

Jared walked into the room.

Logan, meanwhile, closed the door and followed behind him. "Jared, didn't you say last time that you

were going to help me convince mom to allow me to play basketball? But now mom is nagging about

me quitting the basketball team every day and doesn't let me go to the training. The U17 tournament is

coming up in two days and the coach is already mad at me for my absence.

The coach even called him just now and told him that if he didn't show up for training again, he would

eliminate him from the team.

It had already been a bumpy road for him to join the basketball team, so how could he get kicked off so

quickly.

Jared was also a bit helpless, "Mom did promise me before to let you play basketball. I don't know why

she changed her mind so quickly. It's okay, I'll talk to her later."

"What's the point of that? What if she agrees now and changes her mind again later?" Logan huffed

and sat down on the edge of his bed.

Jared walked to his table and leaned over it, "It's okay, I'll ask Grandma to come over when the time

comes."

Logan's eyes immediately lit up, "Yes, let Grandma come over, mom is most afraid of Grandma."

Jared responded with a 'hmm' and was about to say something when he suddenly noticed a letter on

the table.

The envelope was a bit yellowed and seemed to have some age.

But this was not important, what was important was that this envelope made him feel very familiar.

In the past, when he and Makenna were pen pals, these were the envelopes they commonly used.

"How did you get this letter I wrote to Makenna here?" Jared asked as he picked up the letter and

looked at Logan with an unpleasant expression.

Logan bounced up from his bed and grabbed the letter, "This is not what you wrote to Makenna."

He got this letter from Amber's place. So how could it be Makenna's?

"Isn't this what I wrote to Makenna?" Jared frowned with some obvious disbelief in his eyes.

Logan put the letter away, "It isn't."

"Then tell me, whose letter is this?" Jared squinted at him.

Logan looked away sheepishly, "Anyway, it's not yours, and as for whose it is, I won't tell you because

it's a secret."

He originally took this letter with the intention of telling Jared that Amber had fallen in love with

someone through the exchange of letters when she was in high school.

But since Amber had helped him get in the basketball team, he changed his mind and decided not to

say anything and help her hide it, so he wouldn't tell Jared that the letter was Amber's no matter what.

Jared looked at Logan's sneaky face and wanted to say something else.

While Logan stuffed the letter into his pants pocket and stepped forward to push Jared toward the door,

"Well, brother, please go out and help me talk to mom."

Jared pursed his thin lips and went downstairs.

"Phew..." Logan closed the door, took the letter out and heaved a sigh of relief, "That was close. I

almost exposed Amber. I'd better give her back the letter."

With that, he took out his phone and dialed Amber's number.

Amber had just finished approving a pile of documents, and now she was lying on her table

exhaustedly.

Cole stood aside and laughed at her, "You can't even stand such a workload! If Goldstone develops

successfully in the future and restores its former glory, will you be worn out by overwork and have to

stay in bed?"

"Maybe." Amber smiled and replied somewhat listlessly.

Suddenly, the phone next to her head rang.

Before Amber could see the caller ID, Cole stretched his neck and glanced at it, "It's your ex-husband's

brother."

"Logan?" Amber immediately lifted her head.

Cole snorted, "Why would he call you?"

"How do I know?" Amber picked up her phone and hung up the call.

Cole looked at her and asked, "Don't you answer?"

"There's no point in answering it." Amber replied indifferently and was about to put the phone down.

At that moment, a message suddenly popped up on the screen: I have your letter here.

Letter?

Amber frowned and called back the number, "What kind of letter?"

Logan put on a victorious expression, "Aren't you not answering my calls?"

Hearing the smugness in his tone, Amber sneered, "If you don't say anything else, I'll hang up again."

"Wait, wait." Logan hurriedly stopped her, "I'll tell you now, okay? Last time when I was at your home, I

saw a lot of letters written to you by Zack in your room, so I took one."

"You rummaged through my room?" Amber's countenance sank and she became somewhat annoyed,

"Logan, is this the tutelage of the Farrell family, rummaging through other people's rooms without

permission?"

Logan also knew his behavior was wrong, lowered his head and replied sheepishly, "I know I was

wrong, so I'm calling to confess my mistake to you, aren't I?"

"Ha." Amber let out another sneer.

Logan touched the tip of his nose, "I'll return the letter to you next time."

"No, just throw it away, I don't need it anyway." Amber finished her words and hung up the phone.

Cole saw her put down her phone and asked with a gossipy face, "Why did he call you?"

"That brat stole a letter that Zack wrote to me before." Amber said as she pinched the bridge of her

nose.

Cole was interested, "I remember you and Zack haven't been in touch for a long time, have you?"

Amber nodded, with a hint of reminiscence in his eyes, "It's been six or seven years."

If Logan hadn't suddenly mentioned it just now, she would have almost forgotten about this former pen

pal.

"Why did you two lose contact? Didn't you have a good relationship with Zack before? There were two

to three letters every week," Cole said in a somewhat envious tone.

He and she had been friends since childhood and had the best relationship.

But ever since she had made a pen pal named Zack, he was often left out by her.

"Who knows." Amber shrugged.

She herself had no idea as to why Zack had discontinued his correspondence with her.

Six years ago, in the last letter Zack sent, he said there was no need for them to exchange letters in the

future, and she never received another letter from him. She even wondered for a while if she had

written something to upset him, causing him to ignore her.

Cole thought Amber didn't want to talk about it, so he spread his hands and didn't ask any further

questions.

Then he glanced at the time and said, "It's time to get off work, I'll drive you back."

Amber nodded in agreement.

After Cole dropped Amber off at Kelsington Bay, he drove off.

Amber walked into the bedroom on crutches and found the letters that Zack had written to her before.

She gently brushed her fingers over the letters with a hint of nostalgia in her eyes.

But soon, she restrained her nostalgia, picked up the letters and threw them into the dustbin.

She had kept these letters for so many years, and it was time to let them go.

However, for some reason, Amber's hand was already placed above the dustbin, but a wave of

reluctance welled up in her heart, preventing her from letting go of her hand.

After a while, Amber sighed and finally put the letters back to their original position.

She thought, 'Forget it, since I can't let them go, let's put them back. Just don't read them anymore in

the future.'

Amber rubbed her nose, turned around to walk out of the bedroom and headed for the bathroom.