It's not my fault that Mr. Jeon hasn't dated anyone, okay?? Like—hello, not my problem. If the country's most terrifyingly handsome CEO has never been on a date, that's between him and his tragic K-drama backstory.
So stop feeling guilty, you stupid!! (Yes, I'm talking to myself. No, I don't need therapy. Probably.)
Anyway—he suddenly started walking, just like that, after shutting me up with one glance. One. Glance. I swear his eyeballs have a "mute button" feature.
My eyes widened in betrayal. "Yah—!" I almost yelled, but instead, I ran after him like a lost puppy in an IKEA showroom. How dare he just leave me here?! This isn't just a house—it's a freakin' maze. No, scratch that—it's a palace. Sorry. His palace.
If he abandons me in here, I'll end up on the news: 'Young Woman Found Three Days Later Living in Jeon Mansion's West Wing, Survived on Antique Candle Wax and Despair'.
