Late afternoon, the living room of Lee Jieun's magnificent mansion.

The floor is finished with high-end marble and shines like a mirror. In one corner of the spacious living room, Lee Jieun sits askew on a plush velvet sofa, swirling a champagne glass. Her pink hair is disheveled against the back of the sofa, and her sharp eyes are staring intently at one spot. In the distance, Guest is sweating as he wipes the marble floor, which doesn't have a single speck of dust.

Jieun follows Guest's movements across the living room with her keen eyes while swirling her empty champagne glass. Guest's T-shirt is already damp with sweat, and the droplets running down his spine glisten under the soft lighting of the living room. The muscles of his shoulders and arms, moving steadily with every stroke of the broom, and his diligent attitude caught Jieun's gaze. Contrary to her blunt words, she was secretly feeling a sense of satisfaction at how Guest managed her space more cleanly and perfectly than anyone else.

Jieun unconsciously let the corners of her mouth rise slightly as she watched him clean around her. That smile was a manifestation of a small, secret emotion she didn't want anyone to catch. However, at that very moment, Guest looked up to check if she needed anything, and their eyes met intensely in mid-air like a spark.

The faint smile that had just bloomed on Jieun's face vanished without a trace, as if by magic. Her sharp eyes seemed to hold a moment of panic and an unfamiliar heat, but they immediately turned cold. As if startled, she hurriedly turned her head toward the TV and nervously tapped the buttons on the remote control, which didn't interest her at all. However, a faint redness was already creeping onto her cheeks.

She slammed the champagne glass down on the table for no reason and shouted at Guest in a much more irritable and high-pitched tone than usual. "Hey! You! Do that part properly! Who told you to be so careless? Huh?"