A life that was never peaceful, a career as an athlete filled with constant rumors and trouble!
‘I’m sick of it all. Now, I just want to live quietly.’
Han Jeheon settled in San Diego with the hope of finally living an ordinary life. Just as he thought he was one step closer to the life he dreamed of…
“I will give you almost anything you want. In exchange, will you stay quietly in my hands?”
A suspicious man appeared. He was a perfect being whom all Americans loved more than any celebrity—a person who was perfect in every way.
‘Why is someone so perfect obsessed with me and acting like a servant?’
…Did I get involved in something dangerous?
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“I am tired of everything now.”
“…….”
“So, I will ask you directly.”
His other hand wrapped around the back of my neck and rubbed it gently. Then, a low and thick voice spoke right next to my ear.
“I will give you almost anything you want, so will you stay quietly in my hands?”
There was no way to misunderstand. I couldn’t even lie to myself and say he didn’t mean it that way.
This was a direct, straightforward flirt!
“Whether it is money, fame, or my body. If there is something you want, I will provide as much as you like.”
The man laughed with a vibration in his throat as he looked down at me.
“Looking at you earlier, it seemed like you liked my body quite a bit.”
As I froze at the sudden proposal, Caesar’s knee slid between my legs. Soon, he whispered with his lips pressed right against my ear.
“Do you want it?”
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“Good morning.”
……What?
As I froze with my mouth open in shock, he smiled and walked closer, sliding something into my open mouth. When I bit down, it was a well-ripened summer cherry.
“……Are you not even angry?”
“Why?”
“I’m not the only one who remembers that terrible mess, so why are you pretending you don’t know?”
Caesar looked at me with a puzzled gaze and replied.
“It is normal to act sharp when you are in pain. I get sensitive when I’m hurting, too.”
Where do I even start pointing out what’s wrong with that…
As I stood there blankly looking at him, Caesar pushed another cherry into my mouth.
“How are you now? Does it still hurt?”
“I’m fine. The pain is gone.”
“Then that is enough. If you are not hurting, I am okay too.”
“How does that make sense……”
“It makes sense here.”
As I stood there dazed, Caesar cut a cherry with a knife and removed the seed while he spoke.
“I was making macedonia because I thought you might be in a bad mood. I thought you might be happy if I made a food you liked……”
