Nahee is tasked with delivering side dishes to the eldest grandson who has just returned from England.

As someone living under her relatives' roof, she has no choice but to accept. Still, the thought of facing Kwon Hyunjin, the family's former young tyrant, makes her uncomfortable.

But when she visits, she can't help noticing that although the penthouse he lives in alone is lavish and luxurious, it somehow feels cold and devoid of warmth. For some reason, that thought lingers in her mind.


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Thunk.

A hand reached past her from behind and braced itself against the dining table. Before she knew it, Nahee was trapped between Kwon Hyunjin's arms. At the same time, a sweet floral scent washed over her like an explosion.

"How am I supposed to think of you as just a friend when you're so damn beautiful?!"

Kwon Hyunjin shouted, sounding as though the frustration was driving him crazy.

"You're adorable... Fuck... You're so damn cute!"

Completely stunned, Nahee could only stare at him with her lips parted in speechless disbelief.

At Kwon Hyunjin, whose face had turned red all the way down to his neck as he shouted, looking as though he might explode from pent-up feelings.

"You're so beautiful it's driving me insane, Lee Nahee..."