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S2| 52. No Longer Mister Cold (THE END)
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Don't Eat Me, Mister Cold 1. The First Sight
“Hey, give me my luggage!” Amber screamed while trying to get up from the snow. Her runny nose was already red with anger."Hey!" the woman in furry white coat cried again. With great difficulty, she headed to the road. "Stop right now! Don't make me mad! You will regret it if I catch you!”Unfortunately, when Amber arrived at the shoulder of the road, the car she was chasing had already turned around. The men who had thrown her before, laughed in satisfaction. Both of them waved from the window.“Adjö!”Neglecting what the stranger said, Amber screamed as loud as she could. "You liar! I paid dearly to be escorted to Adam Smith, not to be abandoned in the forest like this!”With teary eyes, Amber watched the robbers' car disappear in the distance. She realized that there was no point in shouting or chasing. The strangers wouldn't come back to pick her up."I shouldn't have believed them," the woman grumbled in despair.While catching her breath, Amber began to observe the situation. T
Don't Eat Me, Mister Cold 2. Don't Test My Patience
Smiling crookedly, Mister Cold poured tea from the pot into the cup. There was absolutely no remorse on his face. The look in the man's eyes even looked satisfied."Stupid woman," he mumbled faintly. “No one can disturb me. You should know that."After taking a sip, Mr. Cold carried his cup to a chair by the window. From there, he could see snow falling from the sky and strong winds starting to stir the pines."Will there be another storm tonight?”Raising an eyebrow, the man enjoyed his tea. He was happy for restoring peace. However, the more snow fell, the more distant his gaze became. At one point, an anxious sigh escaped his mouth.“That woman … can she survive?”After a brief contemplation, Mr. Cold shook his head quickly. The image of Amber shouldn't stay long in his mind."Why am I thinking about that disturber? She's nobody."Nodding, the man raised his cup again. However, before the tea touched his lips, he froze."But if that woman dies, I'll be the one in trouble," he thoug
Don't Eat Me, Mister Cold 3. My Favorite Part
"I must be mad. Why did I provoke that Crazy Bear's wrath?” Amber regretted as she tried to catch her breath. With her head down, she tried to reorganize her thoughts."Is it true that the man didn't get inside me?" the woman asked quietly.While furrowing her brows, Amber moved her legs, checking if there was something odd about her lower body. After tilting her head, the woman began to nod.“He must be impotent. Otherwise, why is he so angry?” Amber grumbled before being silent for a moment. “But, what did he mean by eating me? Is he really a psychopath?”While contemplating, Amber's gaze began to explore the kitchen. Unknowingly, her hand moved to stroke her stomach. "I need food."Still with the blanket wrapped around her body, the woman checked what was on the table. As soon as she found the pile of Cinnamon Rolls on the plate, Amber's eyes got widened."This must be delicious," the woman said happily. Without thinking, she started to devour the roll-shaped cake.After finishing
Don't Eat Me, Mister Cold 4. You Are My Food
"Didn't you say you wanted to live?" Mister Cold muttered while stroking Amber's wrist with his thumb. Only then he was sure that the scar was real.Receiving such a question, the woman was unmoved. With furrowed brows, she surveyed the situation."I still want to live," Amber said between rumbling breaths.“Then why do you have a scar like this?” Mister Cold asked, twisting the woman's wrist. One of his eyebrows rose a little higher.Seeing the faded trace of knife on her skin, Amber gasped. She didn't expect that the first person who managed to discover her secret was a cold, completely unknown man."That's none of your business," she replied, jerking her hand.Unexpectedly, Mister Cold gripped even tighter. “Rather than dying in vain, wouldn't it be better if you surrendered yourself to me?”Gritting her teeth, Amber sharpened her gaze. "I don't want to die yet," the woman said angrily. She suddenly forgot about her fear."Why? Haven't you ever wanted to kill yourself?""That is th
Don't Eat Me, Mister Cold 5. Satisfied
"Okay! I apologize. I believe that you are not impotent. You don't need to prove it," Amber said, forcing her brain to find a solution. “Then what if I give you my determination?”"Determination?" Mr. Cold asked, narrowing his eyes.Without thinking, the woman nodded firmly. "Yes. If I'm determined, I can do anything, like take care of your house. Aren't you tired of taking care of this cottage by yourself?""So, you want to be a servant in this house?" the man inquired, doubting.Although she hesitated, Amber finally widened her smile. "Yes, of course. I can get all the dust off the furniture, wash the dishes, and …” the woman blinked for an idea, “cook some meals.”"You can cook?""Yes! Of course. I know a lot of great food recipes,” Amber nodded, hoping her lie wouldn't be detected.After a moment of contemplation, Mr. Cold moved away from the woman. “Then make me lunch. If your cooking is good, you can be a servant here. But if you don't, I'll really eat you whole."Forcing a smil
Don't Eat Me, Mister Cold 6. Hard Slap
While stroking her stomach, Amber leaned back on the couch. Her pale face was no longer excited, while her dim eyes looked so desperate."It's been a few hours, but why hasn't the effect worn off yet?" the woman muttered before closing her eyes in nausea. Unfortunately, the image of the failed soup flashed even more vividly."Tsk, it just makes me dizzier," she grumbled, massaging her temples."Why are you dizzy? Is it because of your mud soup?”Hearing Mr. Cold's voice, Amber suddenly straightened up and opened her eyes. With a straight face, she replied, “Yes, but not because of the taste. The potato-tomato soup was very good. It's just, I can't eat too much."Raising an eyebrow, the man who came from the kitchen nodded his head. "Then hurry up and do the next task!"“Next task? I've tidied up your kitchen and the bone collection. I've also removed all the dust from this space. Can't you give me a break?" the woman protested as she could no longer be patient. The cottage owner's dem
Don't Eat Me, Mister Cold 7. Decided to Leave
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. Rough
Don't Eat Me, Mister Cold 8. Let Me Go
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
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