Nahee, tasked with delivering side dishes to the eldest grandson who just returned from England, reluctantly faces Hyun-jin Kwon, the childhood tyrant of her household.
Though dazzling, his solitary penthouse feels empty and cold—something about it makes Nahee uneasy.
Suddenly, Hyun-jin corners her, slamming his hand against the table, trapping her between his arms. His intoxicating floral scent explodes around her as he shouts in frustration:
“How can I just think of you as a friend when you’re this beautiful?
Cute, irresistible, adorable—
I’m going crazy because you’re so damn pretty, Nahee…!”