When Amber first saw it after getting off of work, she couldn’t believe that Ian would do something like that, and was slightly worried that someone would actually be misled by it.
In a bizarre turn of events, Sarah was standing by the fake apartment’s door. When she saw Amber, she immediately stood up and timidly called out, “Dr. Camille.”
Amber glanced at the fake sign, and then back at Sarah before unemotionally asking, “What’re you doing here?”
Sarah looked at her resentfully, and when she saw that Amber had no intentions of inviting her in, she could only bite her lips, bear with her shame, and say, “I’m here to find you because I’d like to ask a favor of you. Trysta’s not willing to meet with me, and I’d like you to help me say something to her.
Could she please not target me anymore? I didn’t intentionally try to ruin her happiness. I … it’s just that I love that man to death. I didn’t want them to get a divorce, and I didn’t want to have him to myself ….”
“Wait, wait.” Amber massaged her own forehead, feeling a headache developing. “I’m sorry, but I don’t quite understand your logic. However, if you need counseling, you can go to Presbiterian Hospital, area B, sixth floor, the psychiatry department.
You can schedule an appointment with any doctor there, and they’ll help you. But I’m off of work right now. I’m sorry, but I’m not accepting any appointments right now.”
After Amber firmly rejected Sarah, she was about to head in, but then the elevator dinged. Amber turned around, and saw Ian walk out with an imposing appearance.
Sarah took advantage of her dropped guard and suddenly leapt on Amber, pulling on her sleeves. “Dr. Camille, you understand me, don’t you? Don’t you also love Calvin, while being with Director Axton anyway? Loving and having someone aren’t the same thing. Don’t you know that too?”
Amber was speechless at Sarah’s audacity.
She lifted her head. Ian had stopped moving. He was standing there, looking coolly at the two of them.
After Sarah finished speaking, she followed Amber’s gaze and only then did she finally see Ian.
Sarah immediately let go of Amber, trembling as if she were a little white flower in the freezing wind. “I’m sorry. I-I also don’t know what kind of nonsense I’m spouting.”
And then she looked toward Ian, calling out in a soft and gentle manner, “Director Axton … I’m just speaking nonsense, please don’t take it to heart.”
Not only were Amber’s teeth aching, but her stomach was also twisting now.
Ian didn’t even look at her. He just scrunched up his forehead and expressionlessly replied, “Amber, I’m going to tell you this again. Don’t bring your patients home.”
Sarah was a bit stupefied by his reaction. Ian was simply too cold of a person for her to even think about pouncing on him. Thus, she could only turn around and look at Amber pitifully. “I’m sorry, Dr. Camille. Did I cause more trouble for you?”
She had perfectly ignored Ian’s evaluation of her as a “patient”.
Amber carefully examined Sarah and realized that her condition really was quite poor. Although her appearance hadn’t degraded too much, there were noticeable signs of weariness; her eyes were bloodshot, her mien weary and listless, and when she talked, her mouth would twitch at random.
Amber opened her mouth, about to say something to her, but her neck was suddenly grabbed by someone. Ian was holding her from behind as if she were a small chick, and then he pulled her inside the apartment.
Amber was speechless at how easily Ian had picked her up. She really needed to fatten up and put on some more meat!
She turned around to hug him while crying out, “If you lift me up like that, you’re going to make me lose all of my face!”
Ian looked at her coolly before letting go and pushing her away.
All right, Amber decided to dispense with her tricks, and obediently change into slippers and make dinner.
With Ian here, Amber could barely do anything substantial, so she fell naturally into a supportive role in terms of household tasks. It was only after they started living together that Amber found out that Ian’s cooking skills extended beyond Western cuisine and into Eastern cuisine as well; it was just that he was far too slow.
If Amber started washing the vegetables while he was descaling the fish, then by the time she’d finished washing the vegetables, he was still descaling.
‘Would he ever finish?’
“Let me do it!” Amber rolled her sleeves further up, walked over, pushed him aside, took the knife, and, in a few quick swipes up, down, and horizontal, made all the scales fall down on the chopping board like snowflakes.
She rinsed it and then the board briefly in the sink before setting both of them on the counter. “All done!” The stripped fish was laid out on the chopping board, flapping its tail weakly and without any strength.
Ian turned a blind eye to her churlish behavior as he leaned back against the countertop with a single hand solidly supporting his body. His posture remained graceful and charming no matter his stance. He raised his lower jaw a little. “Kill it.”
“….” Amber frozen in place. Her proud attitude instantly crumbled to pieces.
“Killing fish is my sole weakness.” With her fishy hands, she reached out to hug him. “Ian, you’re so handsome! Give me a kiss-”
He was going to reject her, but when lips as soft as feathers lightly landed on his, and a tongue lightly swept past his, it was as if he had tasted a morsel of the most delicious thing in the world. He couldn’t reject it even if he wanted to.
His eyes drooped as he stood still and enjoyed her kisses. His gaze remained cool, but his lips were engorged and glistening, and his reserved and endlessly patient appearance made Amber want to tease him even more.
But afterwards, he still mercilessly chased her out of the kitchen.
He explained, “Your being here distracts me from preparing the food.”
But just a short while later, he called her back in to ask some random question. “Where’s the sugar?” Or, “These vegetables haven’t been washed cleanly,” or, “Where are the peppers?”
Amber ran around in circles due to his constant requests, and was unable to sit down and do anything. Finally, she saw through his charade; he wanted her next to him even though he had chased her out earlier. So, she just stood in the kitchen and accompanied him without trying to help out.