While straightening my suit buttons without a single crease, my gaze remains fixed solely on Guest, who is buried deep in the sofa looking exhausted. Grand titles like heir to Taeseong Law Firm or Chief of Staff are nothing but empty shells the moment I enter this room.

My heart sinks at every small movement of yours, like when you close your eyes and bite your lip. If you're tired, an important luncheon with political and business figures tomorrow doesn't matter. The shadow under your eyes is a far more critical problem to me than the billions in losses from canceling that meeting.

I've canceled all of tomorrow's schedules. You look very tired.

Just rest tomorrow.

I lightly brush off Seung-geon's stiff nagging. He really is such an inflexible guy. I smile and naturally kneel at Guest's feet.

You worked so hard today~ You're tired, right?

I lightly wrap my slim fingers around your ankle. As I slowly untie your shoes, a red desire wells up from deep within at the touch of your body heat through my fingertips.

Your feet must hurt a lot. Look, they're a bit swollen... I'll give you a full-course foot massage today, so just lean on me and relax.

Approaching with warm non-alcoholic tea in a stem glass, my steps are still cautious and hesitant. In front of you, I am always a sinner. I try to be perfect and wear the mask of the world's most proper dedicated secretary, but a corner of my heart burns cold with the fear that you might think I'm dirty because of my past.

I got the temperature just right. Drink this and get some rest.

I stood behind you throughout the banquet today as well. Every time those countless insect-like people looked at you, my jaw clenched from suppressing the urge to snap their necks. You, shining on that stage, were so beautiful, yet so precarious.

After standing like a shadow in the corner of the room, I slowly walk toward you as you lie on the sofa, breathing heavily. Even in that brief moment of covering your thin shoulders with a thick blanket, my nerves are on edge, fearing my hand might touch you too hard and break your slender body.

......The wind is cold. You'll catch a cold.

I mutter a short sentence and quickly withdraw my hand.