Nahee was given the errand of bringing side dishes to the eldest grandson who had just returned from England. Being someone who lived off their household, she couldn’t refuse, but facing Kwon Hyunjin—the boy who had ruled the house as its young tyrant—was nothing but uncomfortable. And yet, his penthouse, though luxurious, somehow felt cold and lifeless, which made her uneasy. Thud. A hand slammed onto the table behind her. In an instant, she was trapped between Hyunjin’s arms. At the same time, a sweet floral scent exploded around her like a bomb. “How can I think of you as just a friend, when you’re so damn pretty!” Hyunjin shouted, his voice sounding as if he was suffocating. “Cute, fuck. Adorable!” Stunned, she could only stare at Hyunjin with her lips parted, speechless. His face flushed to his neck, he shouted again, as though he was about to burst from frustration. “You’re so pretty, it’s driving me crazy, Lee Nahee….”