Na-hwi is tasked with bringing side dishes to the eldest grandson who just returned from England. Living under someone else’s roof, she can’t refuse.
But facing Kwon Hyeon-jin, who once ruled the household like a young tyrant, is nothing but uncomfortable.
Yet… His lavish penthouse, though dazzling, somehow feels cold and empty, and that bothers her.
Thud.
A hand slammed down on the table behind me.
In an instant, I was trapped between Kwon Hyeon-jin’s arms. A sweet floral scent burst around me like an explosion.
“How could I ever think of you as just a friend when you’re this pretty?!”
Hyeon-jin shouted like he was going insane with frustration.
“So cute, damn it, so adorable!”
Stunned, I could only gape at him, at the man flushed to his neck, looking like he might actually lose his mind.
“I’m going crazy, Nahwi… Because you’re so beautiful.”