No matter how many times Adam let her down, Amber always got up and nurtured new hope. Even though she had promised herself to move on, cursing her ex-lover for all the suffering that had happened, she still ran back to him. "Adam," Amber mumbled as she froze the tears. "I know you wouldn't have the heart to leave me alone." With a small smile on her face, Amber opened the door. She was ready to welcome. "Surprise!" A man outstretched his arms outside the door. In an instant, the corners of Amber's lips moved down. Her hope wilted again and her joy faded. "Bass?" the woman sighed in disbelief. "No need to be so surprised. You should’ve been suspicious I haven't wished you a happy birthday." With a big smile, Sebastian took a step forward and put a hand on his own shoulder. "Your best friend flew 7,599 km to say it in person. Happy birthday, Miss Rude." Amber bit her lip as she took a quick breath. The sadness that had frozen before was flowing again from her eyes. Witnessing that
"See? Isn't it easy?" Sebastian raised an eyebrow. With a slanted curve of lips, Amber shrugged. "That’s because you know how." After closing the fireplace door, the man turned to face his friend. "Now, are you hungry? I bought a fruit tart for your birthday cake. I hope it's still in shape." "You bought it for me?" Amber sighed in disbelief. "It's not expensive, but it looks delicious," Sebastian explained while taking his suitcase. A box neatly tied to the holder. Smiling wryly, the woman walked over to him. "Finally, I have a husband-to-be who cares about me," she murmured. Sebastian spontaneously snorted. He didn’t notice sadness in the round eyes locked on him. "I believe Julian was far more considerate, but you ignored him." Amber's expression instantly turned sour. She didn't expect her best friend to peel the old wound. "You never get tired of teasing me, huh?" While carrying the box in both hands, the man winked. "That's my hobby." Casually, he placed the fruit tart o
"Do you still have the results of the examination?" the doctor asked in a serious tone. Taking a deep breath, Adam shook his head. "No, Doc." "Do you remember what caused it?" The widower's brows instantly knitted together. "I don't remember what the term was, but it had to do with a low sperm count. I don't remember the numbers either." "Oligospermia?" the doctor said with one raised eyebrow. Adam's eyes widened at that term. "What's that?" “A condition that causes male infertility in which the sperm count is less than standard. Do you remember the severity of it?” The widower shook his head again. A second later, the man beside him leaned back and folded his arms in front of his chest. "Actually, it's not impossible that someone diagnosed with infertility can have a child." "What does it mean?" "Listen! There are several factors that can cause oligospermia," the doctor explained before raising three fingers. “Medical, environmental, and lifestyle factors.” Adam's eyebrows
Adam gripped Sebastian's collar with his stout hands. His eyes were bloodshot in the darkness. As his lungs were full of rage, he let out a thunderous breath. "Listen! Amber is mine, her baby is mine, and her love is also mine. You are the one who should stay away from our lives!” Pressing the corners of his lips with tongue, Sebastian laughed dryly. “Why are you so sure that Amber loves you? If so, she wouldn't have chosen to go with me, Mister Smith. Why is she even reluctant to live with you?” "Stop that bullshit!" Sebastian straightened up and put on an insulting face. "I'm not making this up. She has accepted my proposal. We will leave your cottage tomorrow and return home to hold the wedding. Are you willing to come if we invite you?” As Adam's grip grew stronger, their distance got narrowed. “You think it's easy to separate us? Listen to me carefully! I will never let you take Amber from me.” "I didn't take her. She came to me. She was the one who hugged me first and rest
Amber was stunned when she went out of the bathroom. Adam greeted her again at the door. The man no longer showed his back, but a red box that had made her cry for minutes in Sebastian's arms. "I know it's too late. But ..., happy birthday, Amber," Adam said, forcing a smile. Getting the surprise she no longer expected, a sigh blew quickly from her mouth. "Is this your best effort?" she asked disdainfully. "You are so pathetic, Adam." Before Amber walked away, the man shifted to block her steps. "Listen to me! This is the proof that I really care about you. I know I've been cold to you lately. But, I acted like that to deny my love for you. I thought it was fake. I'm afraid you'll get hurt if I make you a love escape." "I'm a love escape. That's a fact," Amber interrupted with a firm nod. Her eyebrows were raised high in annoyance. "No, Amber," Adam breathed desperately. “I couldn't have gone to town just to buy this kind of cake if it weren't for the woman I love. I love you, Am
"No," Adam sighed as he got up and ran after the car. "Amber! Please ... give me a chance! Amber!" Unfortunately, the car kept moving forward. The speed was even getting faster. "Amber!" Adam quickened his pace. However, by the time he reached the edge of the road, the car was already yards ahead, too far to catch up. “Amber, come back!” he shouted with all his might. Hearing the voice of despair, the woman bit her lip. Her head was dizzy, her chest constricted, and her heart ached. However, she didn’t dare to turn around. All she could do was just clutching the folder on her lap. "Amber, are you okay?" Sebastian asked, worried about the trembling all over the woman's body. Amber was unable to answer. She just looked down, looking at the folder that had Adam's name on it. Slowly, memories began to emerge. The woman remembered the time when they were a pair of lovers. As she realized the man was still lodged in her heart, she spontaneously looked back. When her eyes caught Adam
"Welcome home, Amber," Adam whispered as they entered the living room. Without hesitation, he kissed the cheek of the woman who looked up at him. "Is this my home?" Amber asked, raising an eyebrow. "Of course. Everything I have is yours too,” the man said while stroking the shoulder in his arm. Instead of widening her smile, the woman stepped away and narrowed her eyes. "But I'm not officially your wife yet. I am neither Mrs. Smith nor the mistress of this house." While laughing faintly, Adam grabbed his lover's shoulders. “You will soon be my wife, Amber, the hostess of this house. What else do you doubt?” "Your sincerity?" Sebastian cut as he slipped in through the gap between the door and Adam's back. "Don't forget that the stability of your mentality is still in question." "Do you think I'm crazy?" the host replied in a displeased tone. He had been annoyed that the man didn't leave right away. "You haven't shown your emotional maturity, Mister Smith. It's only natural that
"Why do you ask such a silly question, Adam?" Amber whispered as she was sitting upright on the couch. She was confused whether to move or stay in her position. "That's not a silly question, Amber. From the start, I’ve suspected that this man also had feelings for you,” Adam explained, making Sebastian's jaw throb in anger. Meanwhile, Amber tried to melt the tension through her flat laugh. "It’s impossi—" "If I really love her, is it a sin?" Sebastian interrupted, raising his eyebrows. He didn't care anymore if Amber looked at him in amazement. "Oh, now you admit that you love your best friend?" "Yes. So what? Are you afraid that I will compete with you? Take her attention away from you?” Adam spontaneously let out an eerie laugh. While returning his gaze to Amber, he pointed his index finger at Sebastian. "Did you hear it? This is the reason why I can't calm down when he’s beside you. This man loves you, Amber.” Not believing what she heard, the woman walked over to Sebastian.