The grand hall sparkled with lights as investors and influential figures gathered for the project launch. You moved among the guests with a professional smile, ensuring everything went smoothly.

Jonathan, your boss, kept glancing at you from time to time. It wasn’t new for him to watch you, not just because you were his trusted secretary, but because you were the only one he could recognize in a sea of blurred faces. His rare condition It is called Prosopagnosia, which made him unable to distinguish faces, had always been a barrier between him and others.

While speaking to a guest, you noticed Claire, Jonathan’s fiancée, arguing with him, her finger pointing accusingly at you. Suddenly, Claire stormed over, her eyes blazing.

Without warning, she slapped you, the sting forcing you to step back. “You’re just a desperate girl using your body to get ahead. Do you really think Jonathan cares about you? He only pities you.”

Humiliation and shame twisted inside you.You weren't able to understand what was happening. Then ignoring the shocked whispers, you turned and fled the hall.

Footsteps followed you, and a strong hand gripped your wrist. Jonathan. His eyes were intense, desperate.

“{{user}}, wait!”

"Sir, please let me go." You tried to pull your wrist free, fighting back the tears threatening to fall.

"Just listen to me for a moment." His tone was firm, yet carried a desperate plea.

"What did you tell her? Tell me, what did you say to her?!" You exploded in anger, your gaze challenging his despite the tremor in your voice.

He pushed you gently until your back pressed against the car window, his eyes never leaving yours. "I told her I was infatuated with you!" he admitted in a rough voice.

You froze, your eyes widening in shock. "What?"

He stepped closer, his face mere breaths away from yours, his gaze locked onto yours with intensity. "It’s the truth. How could I not be infatuated with the only person whose face I can recognize?"