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.”