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.
"Hey ..." Adam sighed as he sat down on the couch. After handing Amber a cup of hot tea, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "What are you dreaming about?" he asked, glancing at the open book on the table. A beautiful brooch and a cool tie clip were depicted there. They both had an A-shaped decoration. "I'm not daydreaming," Amber said, faking a smile. “Just thinking how lucky I am to have you.” Adam's lips curled up in an instant. Tilting his head, he whispered, “Are you sure? I thought you were guessing the price of your new ring." Amber's laughter spontaneously shook the air. The stiffness on her face loosened a bit. "I'm not that kind of woman anymore, Mr. Cold," she grumbled as she nudged Adam in the chest. "I know. You are my wise future wife now.” After burying a kiss on the temple, he let Amber take a sip of the pine tea. “Is there any update from Mr. Berg?” Amber asked as she lowered the cup to her lap. While stroking the stomach of his future wife, Adam shook his h
Adam’s eyes widened as he heard a knock on the door. After lowering the sweater that was rolled up on his stomach, he hastily stepped out of the bedroom. As soon as he found his lover was standing by the window with her head down and hands gripping the curtain, his brow furrows deepened. "What's wrong, Amber? Who's coming?" With round eyes that radiated confusion, Amber turned around. Her forefinger lifted hesitantly toward the door. "My parents are coming," she said in a half-whisper. "Your parents?" Adam wasn't sure of his hearing. After one slow blink, the expressionless woman reached for the doorknob. While swallowing hard, she mustered the courage to face her parents. "Mom? Dad?" The greeting was too flat. "Amber," the brown-coated woman replied with an elegant smile. "How are you?" Still clutching the doorknob, Amber nodded. "Fine. What brings you come here?" "Isn't it natural for parents to visit their only daughter?" Mister Lim replied while raising an eyebrow. Flicke
"Amber?" Mrs. Lim sighed in disbelief. "Yes, I love Adam and we will be married in the near future. We have even submitted all the files needed," Amber said without loosening the hug. Knowing the truth, Mister Lim snorted in annoyance. His eyes started to gleam red with anger. "Is this what you've been doing all this time? You're not studying jewelry design, but making out with another woman's husband?" "Wait a minute, Mr. Lim," Adam interrupted as he raised a hand. "You must be misunderstanding. The media has never reported on it, but I'm actually divorced." "So you'd rather be with a widower than the man your parents chose?" Mr. Lim asked his daughter in a high pitched voice. Seeing the young man's jaw begin to throb, Mrs. Lim rushed to hold her husband's arm. She realized that the tightly shut mouth was trying to prevent a bigger commotion. "I’m sorry, Mister Smith. My husband didn't mean to belittle you. It's just that we've picked the right man for Amber. We hope you can und
Instead of arguing, Adam turned the page. A second later, he held the book up in front of Mister Lim. "If I'm a bad influence on Amber, will she possibly draw this?" The old man spontaneously stopped the steps. From under a frown, he checked what Adam meant. Apparently, a brooch and tie clip decorated with letter A were drawn on it. "Are you showing how much Amber loves you?" Mr. Lim asked, raising an eyebrow. Before the widower could answer, he snorted lightly. “I don't care about that, Mister Smith. You will never get our blessing.” “Do you think these things were for us?” Adam interrupted in a mocking tone. Smiling, he shook his head. “Sorry to disappoint you, Mister Lim. But I never wore a tie clip and Amber never told me about her brooch collection. She must have drawn this because she thought of you.” After a deep sigh, Mrs. Lim grabbed her husband's arm. "Andy ...." When the man turned to her, she showed the brooch that adorned her beautiful coat. "Amber still cares about