"Where are we going? Shouldn't I finish the task?" the apprentice asked with stiff expression. "Amber, do you believe me?" Getting a question in reply, the woman's eyebrows rose. "Why did you ask it?" "Just answer me. Do you believe me or not?" Adam urged with his head slightly tilted. He wanted his sincerity to be seen. However, Amber was still suspicious. She couldn’t guess what Mr. Smith was planning. "Yes," she answered halfheartedly. A second later, the man held out a blindfold. "Then use this." Seeing the black cloth, Amber spontaneously frowned. "Where did you get this from?" "Don't worry. It's clean and smells good. Put it on!" Adam handed the blindfold into the woman's hand. However, instead of obeying, Amber squinted. "You aren't planning on taking me to the lake and then pushing me into the pool, right? Remember! I'm weak against low temperatures." The man's laughter instantly added to the confusion. "Take it easy. I'm not Mister Cold anymore." "Then why do you fo
"Are you sure you'd do anything for me?" Amber raised one of her brows slightly. "Yes. Trust me." Adam held the woman's shoulders and leveled his gaze. "I'll make you a queen.” “Can you prove it to me? I want you to experience what I felt when you bullied me first," Amber replied casually since she felt she had the upper hand. "No problem. I deserve it. Please do as you wish." Mr. Cold spread his arms. He seemed to have surrendered to all kinds of treatment. “Then,” the woman sighed before smiling crookedly, “take this!” With all her might, Amber pushed Adam's shoulder. However, instead of seeing the man fall, she bounced back and landed in a pile of snow. "Ah!" Witnessing the woman's silliness, Mr. Smith almost burst out laughing. "Hey, are you okay?" With a sullen face, Amber tried to get up. "Why did you fight back?" "I didn't fight back. Don't you see? I've given up." The man hid his smile while pulling the woman's elbows. "Don't stretch your legs! You have to pretend you'
Adam’s his face turned pale as the cold sweat rushed out. The past was flooding his mind. There was almost no place for Amber to reign. "Why does she contact me now?" he mumbled before closing his eyes. The crack he thought had vanished from his heart, gaped wide again. The pain felt like crushing his body. “She could text me two years ago or months ago, but why now?” Suddenly, Amber pushed the door and stepped inside. Adam gasped and opened his eyes. With full awareness, his hand could be moved again. In a flash, he deleted the message that was no longer expected. “Aren't I on time? We only chatted for two and a half minutes,” Amber said casually. Wasting no time, Adam dried the evidence of grief. After filling his lungs with fresher air, he got up from the chair and embraced his new lover immediately. "I love you, Amber. I love you so much," he whispered, sounding very desperate. Receiving that sudden treatment, the woman turned still. With round eyes, she observed the situati
Adam's breath was thundering. Memories swirling in his brain successfully gouged the old wound. The burning sensation in his chest could no longer be suppressed. With bloodshot eyes, he stared at the name on the computer screen. "Why did you come back when I already managed to forget?" the man thought as he gripped the mouse tighter. "Can't you release me from your shadow?" After taking a deep breath, Adam began to shift the cursor. However, instead of clicking on the delete button, he opened the message. "Dear Adam, Why didn't you reply to my message? Have you erased me from your memory? Or put a new girl in your heart? Can you change the direction of your light already? I know you're disappointed in me. But, I always hope you have forgiven me. I can't stop thinking about you these days. I regret my decision. The days after you were very dim. Is it wrong if I expect you to come back to me? I was so stupid to have thrown
Step by step, Amber approached the door. Her heart was pounding and her hands were itching. Nervousness had sharpened her nerve cells. "Adam must be hiding something in there," she thought confidently. A few moments later, she was sitting in front of the computer. After pressing the ON button, she did the investigation directly to the email. It was the only way for Adam communicating with the outside world. But strangely, there were no suspicious messages in the inbox. "Did Adam delete it?" Amber muttered as she checked the bin. The next second, her attention was caught by a name. "Ruby?" In an instant, the photo that was burned by Adam flashed through her mind. “Is that red-haired woman … this woman? Is this Mr. Smith's ex-wife?" Holding her breath, Amber opened the message. As she read word by word, tears gathered to cover the sight. At the last sentence, her chest tightened as if squeezed by a heavy weight. "Is it wrong if I expect you to come back to me?" Amber repeated that
“Happy birthday, Amber!” the three women who had just appeared on the screen exclaimed. Receiving such a welcome, Amber immediately laughed. "Thank you, Ladies. I didn't expect you to remember my birthday." "We can't forget. There's Miss Secretary who records everything here,” Katniss replied. "You know what? Mia keeps sending us reminders since two days ago," the woman who was holding a baby boy in her lap continued. "Wow, thank you very much, Mia," Amber sighed with emotion. “No, no. Don't believe them! Katniss and Gaby are overreacting. It was them who reminded me to schedule this call.” While laughing faintly, Amber tilted her head. “Well then, thanks to all of you. I'm really impressed by your concern." “So, how are you, Amber? Looks like you lost a lot of weight,” Gabriella said, holding her son's hand so he wouldn't reach for the phone. "Right. You look pale too,” Katniss continued as she took a closer look at the screen. Knowing the suspicions of her friends, Amber co
Adam was surprised to see the scattered books without the apprentice. Raising an eyebrow, he took the cake he had bought into the kitchen. But apparently, Amber wasn't there either. "Where did that Stupid Woman go?" Adam muttered while putting the box on the dining table. "Is she rummaging through the workroom again?" Wasting no time, the man went to check. He was ready to be angry. That's the most powerful way to neutralize his feelings. However, when he found an empty room, he frowned. "Where is she?" Not finding the woman in the bedroom or bathroom, Adam started calling. "Amber?" After a few seconds, no response was detected. Adam then couldn’t deny. He was really worried. With an irritated face, he checked every window. However, there was not a single light out there. Even the sun had hidden perfectly behind the earth, leaving a blue tinge that would soon turn black. "Could it be that she went to the lake?" Adam muttered while squinting. He hoped to catch the beam of flashlig
A man in a white coat nodded at the report he had just written. After adding one more note, he looked back at the pale-faced woman slumped on the makeshift bed. “Other than this, are there any more complaints, Miss Lim?” Still with furrowed brows, Amber shook her head weakly. "No." Hearing that answer, the man standing by the curtain suddenly turned around. He had promised himself not to care. However, the conditions weren’t possible yet. The woman was too weak to be left alone. "Yes, Doc. She complained of nausea on the way here. And lately, she goes to the toilet too often," Adam said, completing the description. The doctor's eyebrows spontaneously furrowed. After a brief contemplation, his eyes narrowed at the patient. “I’m sorry, Miss Lim. Can you tell me when your last period was?” Adam and Amber immediately exchanged glances. They were both surprised. Isn't that question usually addressed to pregnant women? Why did the doctor even ask Amber? “Miss Lim? Do you remember when