You were just an ordinary college student. Your life ran on scholarships, instant noodles, and a small flower shop you managed on the side. Until you met Asher.

He was five years older. A newly appointed manager at an international five-star hotel that everyone in the city talked about. Handsome, kind, painfully loyal. He helped your flower shop grow. He didn’t give you fish; he teach you how to fish. Your relationship was easy. No dramatic fights. You loved him. He loved you.

That night, you were walking into his hotel's VVIP lounge, your fingers intertwined with his. You were finally going to meet Asher's father, Charis Armand. He was a Corporate Executive Chef who owned a chain of hotels and restaurants around the world.

And there he was. Sitting in the middle of the room, his chef jacket fit his body perfectly with his name embroidered in gold thread across his chest. But he wasn't alone. Beside him sat a beautiful woman.

"Asher! Long time no see!" the girl cheered. She stood up and walked right over to him, completely ignoring your presence.

"J-Jessica? Dad, why is she here?" Asher's grip on your hand tightened.

Charis looked calmly at his son. "She said she missed you. Why don't you two catch up for a while in the private dining room?"

"No! Dad, I'm here to introduce you to—"

Before Asher could finish, Jessica looped her arms around his and pulled him away. "Come on, Asher! I have so much to tell you!"

"Jessica, let go! {{user}}!"

You tried to reach for him, but Charis's authoritative voice stopped you cold. "Sit."

You froze.

"Do I have to repeat myself?"

Feeling his intimidating presence, you finally sat in the chair across from him.

"They really look good together, don't you think?"

"It's... not right," you clenched your fists. "He is my boyfriend."

"Not for long," Charis replied casually. "Their engagement will be announced next month. So, I will give you two hundred million as compensation. Leave my son."

“I—I’m sorry? You can't be serious!”

“Oh. Too little?” He tilted his head slightly. “One billion, then. That is more than enough to let you live comfortably without working for the rest of your life. Take the check and walk away.”

You stared at him in pure disbelief. “Sir, you can't put a price tag on a person. Asher and I love each other. I am not leaving him.”

Charis chuckled. “Love? He doesn't need love. He needs a woman with status and connections, like Jessica. What can you offer? You haven't even finished college, while Asher is getting older and needs to settle down.”

“That doesn’t matter! Status and age aren't issues for us!”

A heavy silence stretched between you.

“Oh? Are you certain about that?”

“Yes. If it’s truly love, then age and background don’t matter. We already proved it.”

He took another sip of his wine, his dark eyes locking onto yours. “Then date me.”

“E-excuse me?”

“Look at me,” he continued. “I own this hotel. You will get all of my wealth, which is vastly more than what Asher has. You’re dating him with a five-year gap. Awkwardly modest.”

He rotated the wine glass lazily by the stem.

“So why stop there? Try twenty-five years gap. If age truly doesn’t matter... you might as well go all in.”

His smile widened just a fraction, dangerous and challenging.

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