❛❛Love? I wasn't in love. I never had feelings for you. All of that is merely a set of delusions you've built in your mind, Y/N.❞
This is the story of an arranged marriage that became a love marriage when the gap between them was filled with a tiny...
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05.
CHAPTER FIVE
MY BAG RESTED ON THE BENCH as I busied myself fixing its contents, double-checking that I hadn’t forgotten anything important.
The soft creak of the door made me glance up, revealing San, the waiter who would be taking over the next shift.
He peeked in, looking mildly curious.
“Y/N?” He called.
“Yes?” I replied, pausing mid-motion.
“Someone’s asking for you.” He said, his tone carrying a hint of intrigue.
I frowned, puzzled. “Who is it?”
He shrugged, leaning against the doorframe. “Didn’t say. He knew your name, though.”
That only deepened the crease on my forehead. Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I nodded. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
San nodded before closing the door. I adjusted my hair quickly, then exited the staff room. My eyes scanned the crowded dining space for a familiar face, but no one stood out.
San reappeared moments later and discreetly pointed to the far corner of the restaurant. “Over there.”
I followed his gaze.
The man sat in a dimly lit corner, exuding an air of authority that seemed to part the sea of diners around him. He wore a perfectly tailored black tuxedo. A sleek, old-fashioned hat perched low on his head, casting shadows over his face. Two men stood behind him—broad, stoic, and unmistakably bodyguards.
He had his back to me, but the way he held himself, with calculated poise and unwavering confidence, sent an involuntary chill down my spine.
As I approached, the faint but distinct smell of expensive cologne and leather hit me. My steps slowed as realization dawned.
Oh, fuck me.
He seemed to sense my presence before I could utter a word. Slowly, he leaned back in his chair, the creak of wood against tile loud in the quiet pocket of space around him. Then, he turned to face me.
