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. After stretching the blanket, he went to get a basin of water and a towel.
"Why do you always trouble me?" the man sighed while placing a wet towel on Amber's forehead.
For the next few minutes, Mr. Cold sat by the woman's side. Although his heart was angry and filled with hatred, he remained aware that Amber's safety was his responsibility.
***
When she woke up, Amber was surprised by the warm hand on her cheek. When she saw Mister Cold, her astonishment was doubled. "What are you doing?" the woman asked almost inaudibly.
"You had a fever this morning, but now it has subsided," the man explained as he took a cup from the table near the couch. “Drink it! You will feel better.”
Instead of welcoming the help, Amber furrowed her brows and removed the blanket. As soon as she saw the white sweater, she sighed in disbelief. "Why am I wearing this?"
"Your clothes are wet and I have nothing else to give you," the helper explained awkwardly.
"Did you forget? You berated me for touching this sweater yesterday," the woman who was tired of being scolded, inquired.
"Don’t worry. I'm not going to say anything," the man said before pushing the cup closer. "Now drink this tea."
With an even expression, Amber ignored Mr. Cold's offer. She stood up and pulled back the window blinds. After finding a white coat on the clothesline, her feet moved towards the door.
"Where are you going?" the man asked in surprise.
"Keep the promise. I will not bother you anymore."
Gritting his teeth, Mr. Cold put down the cup and grabbed the woman's arm. "I'm not bothered. You don't have to go."
"I feel uncomfortable being here," Amber argued as she turned around and jerked her hand away.
"But you haven't fully recovered," the man replied, exuding seriousness. "You won't last more than an hour out there. Besides, it's almost night."
Unexpectedly, the woman stepped forward and stared at Mister Cold intently. "That's none of your business.” A second later, she walked towards the door.
Annoyed that Amber refused to comply, the man snorted. Once again, he grabbed the woman's arm. “Can't you stop bothering me? You think it's easy to carry you through the snow?"
"I didn't ask you to save me. You don't have to feel guilty if I freeze to death outside your house. I know you don't really care about me."
After arguing, Amber brushed off the hand that was holding her. However, just as she was about to take a step, the man grabbed her waist and dragged her back.
"Hey! Let me go! Why did you forbid me to leave?” the woman screamed while kicking.
"Because I don't want to be a murderer," Mr. Cold answered while walking to the couch. Amber's resistance meant nothing to him.
"Non sense! You are a cannibal. You're a murderer," the woman groaned as she pushed the strong arm wrapped around her stomach.
After lowering Amber on the couch, Mr. Cold pressed the woman's shoulder to keep her from moving anywhere. Tilting his head, he snorted lightly. "You are an idiot, apparently. Do you really believe that I am a cannibal?”
"Isn't the evidence clear? You have no mercy, you collect the bones of your victims, and you drink blood."
Hearing the spontaneous explanation, the man laughed dryly. "How could you be so stupid?" he mumbled before leaving and returning with a bottle.
"What do you want?" Amber was confused to why Mr. Cold brought "blood" in front of her.
"Drink it!"
While furrowing her brows, Amber brushed the bottle away from her mouth. "Don’t push me! I'm not a cannibal."
Losing control, Mr. Cold grabbed the woman's chin. As Amber struggled, he poured the red liquid from the bottle. The man didn't care if his white sweater was stained. Most importantly, Amber no longer accused him of drinking blood.
“Yuck! What is this?" the woman asked, wiping her mouth with her hand.
"A mix of lingonberries and blueberries," Mr. Cold answered as he grabbed a towel and began to wipe the spill on Amber's sweater.
"Hey!" The woman slapped the man's hand and snatching the towel. "You can't touch me!"
Not wanting to argue, the man rolled his eyes. In fact, he could claim to have memorized every curve of the woman's body.
"So, you've been tricking me all this time? You're not a cannibal?" Amber inquired with a faint frown.
"I never lied to you. You're the one who concluded it," Mr. Cold replied while raising an eyebrow. "Besides, if I were a cannibal, you wouldn't be alive."
"But you once said that I should be grateful, you hadn’t eaten me," the pale-lipped woman objected.
Narrowing his eyes, the man brought his face closer to Amber. "How old are you? Don't you understand what a man means when he says that to a woman? I really can eat you."
Subconsciously, Amber held her breath and swallowed hard. It was the first time she looked at Mister Cold's green eyes that intent. However, her fear of the man only increased.
"If you don't like my presence, then why are you making fun of me?" Amber asked in a depressed voice. “If you had helped me from the start, I would not be in this cottage anymore. I might have been with someone else or maybe Adam Smith.”
The man's expression suddenly turned stiff again. A strange feeling just attacked his heart. After a moment of silence, he said, “I will go to buy supplies in the closest town tomorrow. If you want, you can come with me."
In an instant, Amber's eyes sparkled. "Are you serious? Of course I want. There must be someone willing to help me there. He's going to take me to Adam Smith. My coming to this country won’t be in vain.”
Mister Cold had never seen such bright hope on the woman's face. However, that look only gave him bigger tightness in the chest.
“Then drink that tea and go back to rest. I'll prepare dinner," the owner of the cottage said flatly.
As the man left, Amber curved a small smile. "Thank you."
Not expecting to hear those words, Mister Cold froze.
“Thank you for saving and taking care of me. I will definitely pay for your kindness later," the pale woman said sincerely.
After a nod, the man walked fast into the kitchen. He couldn’t deny that something really felt stuck in his heart. In two years, he had never felt anything like it.
“I should be happy that stupid woman is leaving. My life can be peaceful again. But, why do I feel uneasy?” he thought before letting out a faint sigh. "Come on, Adam. Amber is a woman who destroys people's relationships. You can't pity her. You are not Adam Smith you used to be.”
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
“People said I took Max from Gaby, but actually, it's not like that," Amber said before sighing faintly. "I was the first to know Max, I was the first to like him, and I was also the first to be close to him." "Were you two dating?" Adam asked, sounding sympathetic. Smiling sadly, the woman shook her head. "No. That's why I was so angry when Gaby came. How could she get Max right away, while I've been chasing him for years but never got a chance?” "Do you think Gaby took Max from you?" Adam concluded, glancing. Again, Amber shook her head. "Max was never mine. I can't claim that Gaby took him from me. It's just, I couldn't accept that my chance was gone. At that time, I refused to believe that they were married.” "Then you tried to snatch the man from his wife?" Adam's tone was again judgmental. Realizing it, Amber grimaced. “I thought their relationship is not real. So, I tried to get Max's attention and keep them apart. I was just trying to get what I wanted." "Isn't that wha