"Amber?" Mrs. Lim sighed in disbelief. "Yes, I love Adam and we will be married in the near future. We have even submitted all the files needed," Amber said without loosening the hug. Knowing the truth, Mister Lim snorted in annoyance. His eyes started to gleam red with anger. "Is this what you've been doing all this time? You're not studying jewelry design, but making out with another woman's husband?" "Wait a minute, Mr. Lim," Adam interrupted as he raised a hand. "You must be misunderstanding. The media has never reported on it, but I'm actually divorced." "So you'd rather be with a widower than the man your parents chose?" Mr. Lim asked his daughter in a high pitched voice. Seeing the young man's jaw begin to throb, Mrs. Lim rushed to hold her husband's arm. She realized that the tightly shut mouth was trying to prevent a bigger commotion. "I’m sorry, Mister Smith. My husband didn't mean to belittle you. It's just that we've picked the right man for Amber. We hope you can und
Instead of arguing, Adam turned the page. A second later, he held the book up in front of Mister Lim. "If I'm a bad influence on Amber, will she possibly draw this?" The old man spontaneously stopped the steps. From under a frown, he checked what Adam meant. Apparently, a brooch and tie clip decorated with letter A were drawn on it. "Are you showing how much Amber loves you?" Mr. Lim asked, raising an eyebrow. Before the widower could answer, he snorted lightly. “I don't care about that, Mister Smith. You will never get our blessing.” “Do you think these things were for us?” Adam interrupted in a mocking tone. Smiling, he shook his head. “Sorry to disappoint you, Mister Lim. But I never wore a tie clip and Amber never told me about her brooch collection. She must have drawn this because she thought of you.” After a deep sigh, Mrs. Lim grabbed her husband's arm. "Andy ...." When the man turned to her, she showed the brooch that adorned her beautiful coat. "Amber still cares about
“Adam,” Amber called before choking with fright, “turn around!” Instead of obeying the order, Adam fixated his eyes on the cruel faces of the approaching men. Inwardly, he wondered. Could he beat them? "Adam!" Amber shook his arm until the man gasped. “Quickly turn around! My father must have ordered them to drag me home.” After one quick gust, Adam rushed to change gear. However, just as he checked the rearview mirror, his eyes widened to the max and his body stiffened. Two other cars had also blocked the opposite direction. "Damn," he thought, holding his breath. Seeing her lover suddenly froze, Amber looked back. As soon as she found four people on standby in the back of their car, cold sweat began to form. "Adam, we’re trapped," the woman sighed in panic. Her breaths began to shorten. As quick as lightning, Adam grabbed Amber's hand. While holding it tightly, he aligned their gazes. "Stay calm! I won't let them take you away." After nodding stiffly, Amber returned her sigh
"Hey," Adam sighed as he stroked Amber’s cheek and brought his face closer. “Look at me, Precious … look at me!” Underneath the slightly furrowed brow, the woman's eyes opened again. Her gaze looked very weak and tired. "You don't need to panic anymore. I'm already here, with you," the man whispered as he gave the best smile he could. After a blink, Amber's hand rose to grip her lover's coat. "Adam ...." “Yes, it's me. Now control yourself! Catch your breath!” Adam grasped the woman's cold fingers to give her strength. "Come on, Precious. You sure can." Nodding faintly, Amber tried to take a longer breath. Unfortunately, the pressure in her chest was too big to beat. "I can't," she sighed before dropping more tears. A second later, Adam placed her hand on her stomach. “Just think of our baby! He also wants to breathe. You can't give up." Suddenly, Amber grabbed Adam's hand again. Furrowing the brows and closing the eyes, she focused her thoughts into her lungs. "Right. Keep go
From the chair beside the bed, Amber kept holding Adam's hand. Every now and then, she lifted the big palm and put it on her cheek. However, instead of calming down, her heart became even more restless. Seeing the woman's nervousness, Mr. Berg opened the door wider and walked in. "Don't worry, Miss Lim. My brother is the greatest doctor in this area, so his analysis can’t be wrong. Mister Smith is fine." "But why hasn't he woken up yet? It's been more than three hours," Amber said hoarsely and furrowed her brows. Feeling pity, Mr. Berg sat down beside her. "Even though Mr. Smith is a strong man, he still needs time to recover. So, let him rest a little longer. The important thing is that his wounds are already treated and his vital signs are safe." "He must be awake, right?" Amber asked quietly. "Of course. Now ..., how about you dine with us? My daughter and niece are here. They're waiting for you in the dining room." In an instant, confusion weighed on the corners of Amber's l
As the commotion of his family grew louder, Mr. Berg raised his hand. "Attention! Attention! Didn't we just learn a valuable lesson from Ella and Freja? Why are you repeating their mistake now?” In an instant, the people at the dining table fell silent. No one dared to talk about cannibal anymore. They realized that it was not necessarily true. They had been stirred up by the news. “I think you have to explain about that nickname, Mister Smith. Why are you being called a cannibal?” Hearing Ella's suggestion, Amber spontaneously shook the hand that was holding her. "Adam, do you want me to do it for you?" she whispered anxiously. With sincere look, the man shook his head. “Just stay by me side. It’s more than enough.” A second later, he took a deep breath and curled up his lips. “Honestly, I was badly depressed after the divorce. In order to heal myself, I moved to a secluded cabin. Since then, I became a gloomy person who got resentful every time my composure was disturbed. I act
Adam and Amber were wide-eyed when their ears caught that sound. No more moves they dared to make. They even exhaled very carefully. "Did you hear that?" Amber whispered, glancing at the door. Before Adam could answer, someone knocked again. "Sorry, Miss Lim, are you guys busy?" "We have something important to tell you." In an instant, the couple stepped back from each other. Without a word, they competed to fix their own clothes. "Why do the girls come at a time like this?" Adam grumbled as he covered the mess under his oversized sweater. While holding back a laugh, Amber shrugged. “I don't know. Let me talk to them outside. You just wait here, okay?” "Don't be long," Adam pleaded in pity. The woman automatically snorted in exasperation. After nodding, she walked out, leaving his lover with a disheveled look. "I should have waited till it’s late," the man regretted before scratching his temple. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Adam looked here and there. He had to extinguish
The arch of Adam's brows automatically pressed against the forehead. As his mouth was tightly shut by tension, his breath was held by nervousness. How could he forget to put his phone on silent mode? “Since when did you share your contact to other people, Adam? I never found out,” Amber asked in a surprised tone. After one firm blink, the man hurried to curl up his lips. “I was also surprised my phone suddenly vibrated. This must be a wrong call. Only Mr. Berg and you keep my contacts," the man explained before rejecting the call. Pursing her lips, Amber nodded. A second later, she changed her expression back to being friendly. “Freja, Ella,” she called while turning to the right and left, “I have to go now. Since I'm sure you both have great taste, I trust you to choose the best photo. And remember! Don't spread our photos anywhere! Keep them like how Mr. Berg keeps our video." "Don't worry, Amber. You can count on us." Freja raised an eyebrow. "Yes! You better think about which