All Chapters of Don't Eat Me, Mister Cold: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"If it's not valuable, it's impossible for archaeologists being excited to find it. You offended them, Miss Lim,” Adam muttered while still playing with his apprentice's black hair. "That's a different case. They look for amber to study dinosaurs and other ancient creatures, not for jewelry. Either way, a stone can never match a diamond." A second later, Amber pushed harder. “Now let me go! I'm hungry and it's time for lunch." Suddenly, Adam grabbed one of her hands and brought his head forward. "Do you know why your parents gave you that name?" "Why?" the woman replied fiercely. "You and that stone are both sensitive and brittle." Amber's annoyance suddenly exploded. "Are you making fun of me?" She tried to sound fierce even though her heart was still pounding with nervousness. "Just telling the truth," Adam sighed as he closed the distance. The woman could then feel his breath. "But, on the other hand, both of you are attractive." Unexpectedly, the man landed a kiss on Amber'

Amber was awakened by the warmth tickling her neck. Every now and then, the softness moved to her shoulder, making her spoiled and reluctant to open the eyes. Massage near the heart also added comfort. It was only when something entered the southern part that the woman ended the sleep. Her own moans had gathered the whole consciousness. "Good morning, Sleepyhead," Adam whispered without removing his finger. Gently, he kissed Amber's red cheek. "Did we do it again?" the woman asked hoarsely. "Yes. You want to scold me again?” The man raised an eyebrow and smoothed the movement. However, the woman closed her eyes and made that thrilling voice again. "No, it's all happened. We can’t undo it," Amber sighed before turning around and looking at Adam more closely. "What magic did you use on me?" While smiling lopsidedly, the Crazy Bear tickled Amber's ear with his breath. "You're the one who uses magic on me. I can't get you out of my mind." The woman spontaneously snorted. "Do you rea

"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

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

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