How dare I… Take You For Myself?

“What kind of offer do you think a man with more money than he knows what to do with would make to a woman who has nothing but her body?”

A small crack appeared in the woman’s expression, and the man found it immensely satisfying.

Especially when he imagined Han Jae-hee trembling with humiliation.

She was the object of his hatred.

And yet, she was also the object of his desire.

That fact was hardly pleasant.

But if it could be used as a tool to make her miserable…

Kang Jun was satisfied with that.

“When you’ve made up your mind, come to Hill House to pick up the client files.”

And so, he placed the choice in her hands.

No—he merely pretended to.

Go ahead and dance in the palm of Do Kang-jun’s hand, atop the scheme he had so meticulously planned.

However…

The man he was that day had no idea.

“Don’t go, Han Jae-hee.”

What kind of regret he would one day have to endure.

“Don’t go, Jae-hee.”

Or what kind of fear he would carry as he dared to look at her.