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

Chapter 386 Meeting Jeremy

However, this joy did not last long before it was smothered by the bandage on Amber's head.

Jeremy remembered that Stella called him during the day, asking him not to get angry when he saw

Amber. It seemed that this was the reason.

Jeremy secretly clenched his fists and lowered his eyes to fight back his burning hatred.

Fortunately, his movements went unnoticed as everyone else was focused on the show.

Otherwise, he would hit the headlines tomorrow.

Having posed at the front of the T stage, Jeremy turned around and walked to the end of it.

Stella leaned close to Amber and whispered, "Miss Reed, Jeremy saw the wound on your head and

seemed unhappy. Although he concealed it well, I still saw through him."

At this, Amber sighed. "It's fine. Just tell him the truth later."

She had already guessed that Jere would be unhappy, so she was mentally prepared.

Behind the scenes, Jeremy walked towards the rest area.

"Jere, drink some water." The agent handed him a bottle of water.

Jeremy ignored him and walked to the rest area. He brushed all the cosmetics on the table to the

ground with one hand.

This attracted the attention of all the models backstage and their agents.

"Jeremy, what's wrong?" A model asked with concern.

Jeremy still turned a deaf ear. He lowered his head, his entire body filled with a terrifying aura.

Who exactly was it that injured her?

When he found out, he would definitely kill that person!

Jeremy's expression was ghastly and abnormal.

At the sight of this, his agent quickly got in the way to avoid sneak shots of him. If anyone took a shot of

him and spread it online, it would drop a bomb to the public.

"Jere, what happened? Why are you so irritated?" His agent asked softly as he tilted his head slightly.

Jeremy took a deep breath and managed to suppress the dark emotions in his heart. He replied

indifferently, "It's nothing."

"It doesn't look like nothing. You don't even disguise your true self. There must..."

"Alright, guys!" Before the manager could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a staff member.

The staff member clapped his hands. "It's time for the curtain call. Please line up and return to the

stage one by one."

When the agent heard this, he could only swallow back what he had wanted to say. He reminded

Jeremy, "Alright, Jere, go acknowledge the audience's applause first. Remember to hold back your

emotions and control your expressions. Don't let the media see anything wrong. Otherwise, you and I

will be criticized tomorrow."

"I know," Jeremy said, his eyes flashing.

After that, he rubbed the space between his eyebrows, touched up his expression, and walked towards

the entrance of the stage.

Stella also knew that the curtain call was starting. She raised her phone again, intending to take a

picture of Jeremy back on stage.

Amber sat next to her and listened quietly.

Soon, the curtain call ended, and all the models left.

All the audience watching the show stood up and applauded.

Amber was supported by Stella and stood up.

"Ms. Reed, are we going to find Jeremy?" Stella asked.

"Of course, let's go." Amber nodded.

Stella returned the phone to her and helped her to the backstage.

However, they stopped at the backstage entrance, as they planned to wait for Jeremy to come out.

Fortunately, it did not take long for Jeremy's agent to arrive.

The agent knew Amber and had met him twice before.

"Ms. Reed, you are also here to watch Jere's show? Nice seeing you here." The manager came

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"Yes, Vincent. It was Jere who invited me here," Amber replied with a smile.

"Do you want to see Jere?" the agent asked, looking at Amber.

"Yes, Vincent. Please call him for me." Amber requested.

"Alright, I'll go now. Please wait a moment," Vincent agreed.

"Thank you." Amber smiled and thanked him.

Vincent entered the dressing room to inform Jeremy.

Two minutes later, Jeremy came out from inside.

The outfit on his body had already been changed, but the makeup on his face had not been removed

yet. He looked particularly enchanting, just like an vampire count back in the Middle Ages, exotically

handsome.

"Amber..." Jeremy walked up to Amber and greeted her gently.

Amber grunted, "I was wondering if you didn't intend to see me."

"How could that be?" Jeremy quickly denied.

"Why not? You didn't even answer my call. Isn't it possible that you won't see me?"

"I..." Jeremy felt a lump in his throat. He was speechless. A moment later, he said in a hoarse voice, "I

just don't know how to face you. I think I'm not worthy. I did such a mean and lowly thing to you. I was

afraid that you would hate me, be angry with me, and not forgive me, so..."

"Well, it's all in the past. I don't hate you at all, nor am I angry with you, and much less that I don't

forgive you." Amber sighed.

Jeremy's eyes flashed, as he immediately smiled in surprise. "Amber, are you really gonna forgive

me?"

Amber nodded yes.

"Amber, is this true? You really don't blame me?" Jeremy confirmed again, reaching out his shaking

hand to shake hers.

"Yes, but..." Amber pulled her hand out and said with a serious expression, "But I hope that you won't

do these things again in the future, got it?"

"Okay, this will not happen again." Jeremy's eyes darkened slightly, but he agreed immediately.

"That's good to know," Amber smiled happily. "By the way, I happened to know about your mental

indisposition."

These words caused Jeremy's face to sink. "You... you know?"

"Yes, so Jere, listen to me and go check it up, okay?" Amber advised sincerely.

Jeremy narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at her face for a while. Finally, he lowered his eyelids and

replied with one word, "Okay!"

"Attaboy!" Amber patted his arm.

He was right next to her, so she naturally knew where his arm was without looking at it.

On the other side, Stella watched this scene and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. Then, she

mouthed silently to Jeremy, "It seems that you are being perfunctory with Ms. Reed. You don't actually

want to see a psychiatrist!"

Jeremy caught the drift and gave her a warning eye contact. Afraid that Amber would see it, he looked

aside right after that.

Stella rolled her eyes and wanted to convince him that there was no need to be so nervous, because

Ms. Reed could not see it.

However, she thought that it was better for her not to say this and so that he could find it himself.

"By the way, Amber, what happened to the wound on your head?" Jeremy looked at the bandage on

Amber's head. His eyes were cold, but his face betrayed concern.

Amber touched the bandage on her head and her expression dimmed. "I was beaten by a mad dog,"

she said.

Jeremy immediately asked, "Who?"

Amber replied, "Alright, Jere. Don't ask anymore. I will handle this myself. Let's go first. Don't stay here.

You are getting in the way."

Seeing that she refused to say anything, Jeremy could not help but clench his fists.

However, at the thought of her feelings, he forcefully appeased his anger and loosened his fists, "Let's

go to my lounge. Every model has a separate lounge here."

"Okay." Amber nodded and extended one of her hands.

Jeremy did not quite get what she meant. Just as he was puzzled, he saw Stella come over to support

her.

She used the other hand to grope in the air, as if she was feeling if there was a wall or something. She

only put it down when she did not touch anything in the way.

At this, Jeremy's pupils constricted and his figure trembled. "Amber, your eyes..."

"I can't see for now." Amber knew that he would find this out sooner or later and ask such a question,

so she did not hide it and replied with a faint smile.

"You can't see? Why can't you see? What exactly happened?" Jeremy hurriedly cupped her

face.