Axel tiptoed over to the bed when he heard Amber''s shallow breathing after she fell asleep. Kneeling


    on one knee by the bed, he studied her lovely sleeping face.


    Momentster, he mumbled in a low voice, "You''re not like Lyse."


    Amber probably overheard him. Hershes fluttered gently as tears crept to her eyes.


    Axel gulped upon seeing her tears and thought of wiping them away, only to withdraw his hand and


    head toward the balcony forlornly.


    When Amber woke up groggily the next morning, Axel had left. She sat up in herfortable sheets


    and paused in shock when she found Axel''s ck windbreaker draping across the nket. He had


    clearly left it behind for her.


    Thest time, he left her some gastric medication after recalling her gastric issues. This time, he knew


    that she didn''t have enough clothes on her because she left in haste, so he lent her his windbreaker.


    "Pfft. He''s still as caring as ever. Whoever gets to marry him will be the happiest woman ever."


    Chuckling, Amber ran her trembling fingertips through the fabric of the ck windbreaker.


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    Sitting up in bed, she had the urge to get some air and enjoy the breeze on the balcony. When she


    pulled open the floor-to-ceiling doors, she felt an electrifying jolt. The cigarette stubs that scattered


    across the floor were proof that Axel hadn''t slept at all.


    Last night, Carl and his men tailed Axel''s car. Not only did they lose Axel, but they ended up crashing


    two of their luxurious cars due to his excellent drifting techniques.


    Jameson had given orders to bring Amber back. Because of that, Carl anxiously searched high and low


    for Amber. However, his search was futile because Axel might have checked into a hotel under a fake


    identity. Therefore, he returned to Jameson empty-handed.


    That same night, Jameson had an outburst and smashed things in his room, which puzzled Carl. After


    all, Jameson had always used Amber like a tool and never had any real feelings for her. Why the


    overreaction then? It gave off the wrong impression as if he cared for Amber very much.


    Just when everyone at The Millennium was shaking in fear, Amber walked through the entrance with a


    look of calm. She went up to Jameson with a bare face, which was uncharacteristic of her, but she


    radiated an innocent beauty.


    Her bare face reminded him of the time when Amber had not yet been molded into Alyssa Taylor''s


    substitute. The look in his eyes dimmed. Soon, the ck windbreaker on her caught his eyes.


    "Axel left this for me," she admitted openly. "Do I need to take it off so you could burn it?"


    "It''s just a piece of clothing. Since it''s his gift, you can have it. I''m not that petty." Jameson leaned


    lopsidedly on the couch, resting his head on his fist and his arm on the armrest. He gave her a cynical


    look. "Did you guys fuck?"


    She shook her head, looking a little amused. "No. Axel isn''t any ordinary man. He''s not going to take


    the bait that easily."


    "Hah. Nah, he''s taken the bait." Jameson chuckled in disdain. "As a man, I could tell what''s on his


    mind. He caught feelings for you the moment he decided to leave the windbreaker with you."


    Amber''s heart raced when she heard Jameson''s remark. Her hands curled into fists in the windbreaker


    pockets.


    "Well done, Amber. Keep up the good job and make him fall head over heels for you. Then, you will kill


    him with your own hands."