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"So," he says, his voice a smooth, low drawl that sends a ripple of heat down my spine, "do you always steal the spotlight wherever you go, or is that just a Seoul thing?"
I tilt my head, letting my lips curve slowly. "I don't know. Do you always make a habit of cornering women at parties, or is this a special occasion?"
His grin sharpens. "Depends on the woman. You seem worth the exception."
"Exception to what? Your usual routine of brooding in a corner and letting the admirers come to you?"
He laughs, low and warm, but his eyes never leave mine. "You're bold. I like that." His gaze lingers, tracing my face like he's memorizing it. "But you're wrong. Tonight,I came looking."
"For me?" I ask lightly, even though my pulse is doing something reckless.
"Maybe," he says, stepping just close enough that I feel it. "Or maybe I was hoping to find someone who could make all this feel less predictable."
I had left London to let a minor scandal die a quiet death. Being a billionaire's daughter comes with privileges. Private jets. Discretion. The ability to disappear when the headlines get bored. I told myself this trip was temporary. A reset. A pause.