With all her might, Amber threw the sweater at Mister Cold.
“Here … I return yours. Sorry if I ruined a day in your life. You don't have to think about the loss I caused. I'll definitely pay for it later,” the woman explained in a firm tone, even though her vocal cords were still wrapped in annoyance.
"From now on, I won't disturb you anymore. Be happy with your solitude in this cottage."
A second later, Amber came out and closed the door. No more sound was heard after her departure. Mister Cold also kept silence. The knife in his hand no longer moved to cut the pine needles. After one heavy breath, he looked at the sweater that was stuck on his shoulder.
"She decided to leave?" the man thought, blinking slowly. "Good. That way, I won't have to think how to make her miserable anymore."
With an even expression, Mister Cold stepped into the bedroom. When he got there, he opened the red box and tucked the white sweater inside. Roughly, the man threw it at the bottom of the wardrobe.
"You shouldn't have come out of there," he muttered before slamming the door and walking out.
As if nothing had happened, Mr. Cold continued to cut the pine needles in the kitchen. The gloomy look in his eyes was hard to tell. Did the man think about the tea he would brew? The serenity he had longed for over the past 24 hours? Or the fate of the woman who had just left his cottage? No one could know before the man lowered his head and closed his eyes.
"What have I done?" he regretted while pinching the bridge of his nose. "Whatever she did, she's still a human."
After snorting, Mr. Cold reached for his coat and the flashlight. A moment later, he had walked through the snow towards the road. The man had absolutely no idea that Amber was taking a different direction.
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“Did I choose the wrong path?” the woman in the white coat murmured as she wiped her red nose. Instead of finding a house, she arrived at the edge of a vast frozen lake. “Should I go back to that cottage?”
While thinking, Amber looked up at the sky. Green light was dancing among the stars. However, instead of smiling, she let out a faint sigh.
“Or maybe … this is my last night alive? Is that why God shows me such a beautiful sight?”
While hugging herself tighter, Amber lowered her gaze. A moment later, her eyes fell on the small lamp on the other side of the lake.
"Wait! What's that?"
Squinting, the woman tilted her head. The light she saw seemed to be moving. In an instant, a sigh of relief turned into thin steam in the air.
“It must be a good person who will save me! Thank God!"
Without thinking, Amber started to run through the snow on the lake. "Hey!" she shouted while waving. The woman wanted to talk more, but her energy was limited. Afraid to miss the opportunity, the woman quickened her pace.
Getting too excited, Amber no longer noticed the way. The woman didn't realize that in front of her, the snow had suddenly disappeared and the surface of the lake was only covered with a thin layer of ice. As soon as she stepped on it, a cracking sound was heard. A second later, Amber plunged into the very cold water.
"Oh no!" the woman thought frantically. While moving her body, she tried to find a foothold. However, the bottom of the lake was below her feet.
“No,” Amber sighed while stretching her arm to the edge of the ice pool. Unfortunately, the cold had frozen the muscles. Her shaking hands couldn't reach the nearest layer of ice.
"Oh my God, why did this have to happen to me?" the woman thought as she tried to swim. "I'm not ready to die yet."
After a while, she didn't move forward either. Her wet coat was too heavy to carry.
“Help,” Amber whispered, unable to scream. Her blue lips were difficult to move and water occasionally entered her mouth.
Seconds later, the woman's movements weakened. Amber had run out of energy. Her head was getting less and less out for air. Until at one point, she began to go down to the bottom of the lake.
Seeing the woman no longer appeared on the surface, Mister Cold sped up his pace. When he was about to arrive, he quickly bit the flashlight and dropped his coat. Then, deftly, the man grabbed the hand that was still within his reach. With just one move, he managed to pull the woman out of the ice pool.
"Amber? Amber!” he called while patting her cheek.
Not getting an answer, Mr. Cold put his ear to Amber's nose. The woman was no longer breathing.
"Damn!"
Without a second thought, the man gave her the rescue breathing. Luckily, Amber then coughed. Mister Cold spontaneously tilted her head.
“Ah, thank goodness,” the savior sighed subconsciously. Gently, he rubbed the woman's back.
After expelling the water from her lungs, Amber tried to catch her breath. Panting heavily, she lay back down with eyes closed. The heavy head and shivering body made her helpless. The woman remained motionless until suddenly, a warm hand cupped her cheek.
"You have hypothermia. I have to take off your coat again.”
Hearing that explanation, Amber opened her eyes. However, before she could answer, Mr. Cold had already unzipped her coat.
"No," Amber sighed, furrowing her brows. She wanted to block the man's hand. However, her power was still limited.
"Don’t worry! It's dark. I can't see anything," the man lied, trying to avoid an argument.
Too weak to fight, Amber gave up. When Mister Cold put his coat on her body, she just bowed. Even, when the man carried her, she shut her mouth.
"I'll get your coat tomorrow morning. It won't go away," Mister Cold explained between rumbling breaths. A second later, he focused on finding the track with the least snow.
Once lowered to the floor, Amber immediately curled up against the wood heater. Even though the temperature inside the cottage was much warmer, she was still shaking.
"Are you okay?" the man asked as he added wood to the fire.
"Yes," Amber answered curtly.
In disbelief, Mr. Cold checked the woman's condition himself. As soon as he touched the snow-cold skin, he rushed to undress. "Don’t take it wrong! I just want to warm you up."
"No," Amber interrupted, gripping the coat wrapped around her. "I don't need your help."
Ignoring the refusal, the man pulled the blanket off the couch and lay on his side too. "Come here," he whispered, moving closer.
"I said, I don't need your help!" Amber rebuked in a hoarse voice. Her dim eyes looked so cold and piercing. "I promised not to disturb you anymore. So, take care of yourself. I'll just sleep in silence."
Hearing that poignant voice, Mister Cold held his breath. For the first time in two years, his heart was filled with huge guilt.
"And you don't have to worry about my presence. When I wake up, I will immediately leave this cottage. I won't disturb anything in your house."
After wiping the tears flowing down her temples, Amber closed her eyes and hugged herself tighter. Although her lungs were still churning, she held her breath as best she could so as not to make any noise.
Seeing the woman's determination, Mr. Cold gulped. After a moment of contemplation, he finally stepped aside and put his clothes back on. From his sleeping couch, the man noticed the back that kept shaking. He didn't dare close his eyes if Amber hadn't stopped shivering. The owner of the cottage realized that the woman’s misfortune was the result of his selfishness.
As soon as he woke up, Mister Cold gasped. In a flash, the man looked at the floor near the heater. When he found Amber still lying there, only then he could breathe in relief. "Thank God," he muttered subconsciously. Without any noise, Mr. Cold came over and checked. However, when he saw a reddened face, his eyes widened again. "Amber?" he called, pulling the woman's shoulder. Unexpectedly, Amber's back fell and her head drooped helplessly. The woman's lips were pale, as sweat trickled down her forehead. Witnessing it, the man automatically touched Amber's cheek. "Good grief! Why are you burning?” After shaking the eyeballs for a moment, Mister Cold rushed into the bedroom. With furrowed brows, he looked for decent clothes among the piles of clothes. However, after a few seconds, no one had been selected. Not wanting to waste time, the man finally opened the wardrobe and took a white sweater from the red box. Finished dressing Amber, Mr. Cold moved the woman to the couch. Afte
When the car stopped, Amber immediately turned her head and glanced around to check the surroundings. However, from right to left, not a single building caught her eye. There was only the shadow of the trees under the dark blue sky. "Where is the grocery store you head for?” After pulling the handbrake, Adam turned to the right. His expression was flat. It was impossible for the woman to know what was in his heart. “It’s still a few more meters ahead. But I don't want anyone to see you get out of my car." "Okay, that means we separate now," Amber muttered while nodding. A second later, the woman put on a small, indescribable smile. “Thank you, Mister Cold. Thank you for saving me and being patient with me.” Not knowing what to say, Adam shrugged slightly. His gaze then turned to the windshield. Meanwhile, Amber started removing the earrings from her ears. “Like I said, I will definitely pay for your kindness.” Without hesitation, the woman handed him an earring. “So, accept this.
“You buy this much? Do you have a guest?” the white-haired woman behind the counter muttered as Adam put down the shopping basket. Hearing the lady's comment, the man's eyebrows arched up. He himself didn’t know the reason. But, after a moment of silence, he shook his head. "I just want to eat more." "Well, well. It’s impossible that a cannibal like you have a friend,” the store owner grumbled before starting to calculate the price. While waiting, Adam turned his head toward the glass door. Seeing Amber was busy writing in a book, his lips curled up. “What will happen if that woman finds out the truth? Will she kneel in front of me? Should I confess?” Adam thought but didn’t realize that he had addicted to playing with Amber. "If she returns to the cottage, she can be a good entertainment." Suddenly, two teenage girls pushed the door. After entering, one of them whispered, "Ella, isn't that woman Amber Lim?" In an instant, Adam glanced and sharpened his hearing. “Amber Lim? Who
With a flat expression, Adam surveyed the items lying on the floor—a bottle of milk in the grocery bag, half of a bread, and an opened book. Neither of them was clean of red stains. After pondering for a moment, the man bent his knees. Blinking slowly, he checked what was written on the first page of the book. "To anyone who finds this book, please send it to the following address." Reading it, Adam was stunned. "Did she write her will?" Furrowing his brows, he checked the next page. “Dear Mia, Julian, Gaby, and Max, something bad is happening to me. It seems, this is karma that I have to accept as a result of my crimes. But don't worry. Amber Lim never gives up. I will definitely try to keep my promise to you.” Adam furrowed his brows. While shaking his head faintly, he glanced in the direction Amber was taking. "Why did she leave messages like this to the people she hurt? Are they really close?" Mr. Cold thought before continuing to read. "But I fail to come back, please kno
Unknowingly, Amber gulped. After taking a deep breath, she said in a low voice. "I told you, I'm not that kind of girl." "Is that so?" Adam muttered, narrowing his eyes. A second later, his thumb moved slowly to stroke the woman's lips. “Aren't you used to offering your body to the man you wanted to seize? Those girls even called you a top-class man snatcher.” After brushing the man's hand away from her face, Amber narrowed her gaze. "Watch your mouth. You don't understand what you're talking about." "Which part do I not understand?" Mr. Cold inquired, tilting his head. “The way you offer your body? Or how did you get that nickname?” "I never snatched someone's husband," Amber said with anger in her eyes. "You have no right to label me with that title." After a moment of silence, Adam began to nod. "Okay. I don't care about your background. Now, all we have to talk about is how you’ll repay me.” "I won't let you touch me," Amber said briskly. "What if you touch me?" "Never."
Amber turned the faucet with round eyes. Every now and then, she looked up. However, not a single drop of water fell from the shower head. "What’s wrong with this faucet?" the woman murmured, worried. After a while, she put on her clothes again and came out of the bathroom. “Are you playing tricks on me again? The shower doesn't work," Amber grumbled to the owner of the cottage. "Did you turn the faucet in the right direction?" Adam replied casually. In an instant, the woman's furrowed brow turned into a high arch. "Do you think I'm that stupid?" After grunting in annoyance, the man went into the bathroom. Without further ado, he turned the faucet. “Look! This shower doesn’t work. You tricked me." Amber put her hands on her hips and lifted her chin. "It's not my fault. Looks like the pipe heater is broken again," Mr. Cold said, completely carefree. "Then how do I clean myself? I don't want to stick with this tomato smell." Suddenly, Adam put on a lopsided smile. "You can bath
When she opened the medicine box, Amber was stunned. A photo of a red haired woman in a white dress had caught her attention. "Hmm? Whose photo is this?" With round eyes, Amber checked the back of the photo paper. Unfortunately, there was no writing there. “Why does the Crazy Bear keep it in the medicine box? Can his pain go away just by looking at this photo?” After observing for a while, Amber started nodding. “This must be the woman he loves. No wonder that Crazy Bear hates me. I am the complete opposite of this graceful woman.” Amber gasped when she wanted to return the photo. There was another picture in the box. With trembling eyes, she studied the portrait of a man holding a baby. “Isn't this … Adam Smith?” With her injured hand, Amber brought the photo closer to her eyes. However, before she could blink, Mister Cold suddenly grabbed her arm. “How dare you check on my personal belongings?” the man rebuked with thunderous breaths. Instead of being scared, the servant re
Amber woke up when someone kicked her leg. With a groan, she stretched her sore muscles. However, as soon as she saw Mr. Cold standing with a shovel in hand, the woman spontaneously got up. With round eyes, she asked, "Why did you bring that tool?" “This is not the time to relax. Get rid of the snow that is blocking the way,” Adam said as he dropped the shovel. Quickly, the woman caught it. "Which way?" “All the ways around my house, including the path for car and the path to the lake. I want to walk without a hitch.” Getting that loud answer, the woman furrowed her brows. “Alright, there's no need to shout like that. I'll do it after breakfast." "Who said you could have breakfast? You won't get any food until you're done with that work. You can only put drinking water in your mouth." While gritting her teeth, Amber sharpened her gaze. “I am a servant in this house, not a slave. Why did you forbid me to eat?” “Nothing is free in this world. You want something, you have to work