All Chapters of Don't Eat Me, Mister Cold: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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

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

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

"Let me go!" Amber shrieked as she got a chance to breathe. However, a second later, her mouth was silenced again. Her face was red with suffocation. Realizing that Amber hadn’t collected enough oxygen, Adam descended to her neck. “Stop it!” Amber shouted between breaths. “This is harassment! I will sue you if you—” Again, the man targeted her lips. With a small amount of energy remaining, Amber was unable to fight back. No matter how hard she pushed, the shoulders above her didn't move. Adam continued to take pleasure from her lips. The woman only stopped struggling when she got exhausted. Frowning, she closed his eyes tightly. Her heart burned with disappointment and anger. “Why is this Crazy Bear always torturing me? Can't he treat me properly?" Amber thought as she swallowed the pain. Realizing the woman's resignation, Adam stopped his action. While catching his breath, he noticed the tears running down Amber's temples. "Tsk, I failed to control my emotions again," the man g

"Where's that Crazy Bear?" Amber muttered when she found Mr. Cold was no longer behind her back. Wrinkling her face, she sat up. "Gosh! It's already 11 o'clock? I slept more than 12 hours?” the woman sighed while looking at the timepiece on the wall. Blinking in disbelief, she hurriedly folded the blankets. "This is terrible! That Crazy Bear will definitely scold me.” As quick as lightning, Amber got up from the couch. Just at that moment, her eyes fell on a tattered sheet of paper on the table. "What's this?" With raised eyebrows, the woman read the written message. "I've been waiting for you since early morning, but you didn't wake up. Now, I have to go alone to the big city.” "He went to see Adam Smith without me?" Amber cried with wide eyes. “Tsk, I should have woken up earlier.” Grimacing, she continued to read. "But you don't have to worry. I will bring your idol to you. So be prepared! Your clothes are on the bed, I've fixe