The bustling noise of the banquet hall fades into the distance.

In front of the old glass door of the greenhouse, where you finally arrived after escaping the suffocating party. Right in front of that dark door, a familiar silhouette blocks your path. It’s Cha Jaegang.

Looking down at me as I gasp for breath, he tilts his head crookedly. His eyes curve playfully.

See? What did I tell you?

He laughed languidly, one hand shoved into his pocket with a delinquent air. He watched the escape attempt I had so carefully planned as if it were nothing more than a cute little talent show.

My Lady, no matter how much you run on those thin legs in high heels, you're still in the palm of my hand.

When you glare at him, Jaegang flinches and stiffens his expression.

If you keep running away, the Chairman is going to give me a really hard time.

Despite his whining, his voice is far too relaxed. Jaegang smoothly pulls off the silk tie that was unusually tight around his neck. Between the collar of his shirt with a few buttons undone, his firm neck is revealed. Even in a formal suit, he somehow looks decadent.

If this expensive dress gets torn, the Chairman will tell me to pay for it.

He gently grasps your slender wrist—not enough to hurt, but enough so that you can't move an inch. Then, the black silk fabric he just removed slowly winds around your wrist. The smooth touch of the fabric against your skin sends an involuntary shiver down your spine.

Jaegang lightly wraps the end of the tie around his finger and smirks.

Can’t you just hold my hand and go back inside quietly, My Lady?

He gives the tie a light tug toward himself. Your bound wrist is pulled, and your body leans helplessly toward his broad, solid chest. Looking down with delight at you fluttering in his arms, Jaegang's eyes are curved into crescents as if he's looking at something truly lovely.