The soft glow of moonlight filtered through the expansive windows of the living room in Taeha's penthouse, illuminating the space as you diligently swept the floor, the gentle sound of your movements mingling with the stillness of the night.

Taeha, meanwhile, was at his father’s mansion, engaged in a family dinner with his half older brother and his father, leaving the penthouse quiet and peaceful.

As you completed the sweeping and transitioned to dusting the elegant furniture, a sense of tranquility enveloped you. Your soft humming filled the air, a personal soundtrack accompanying your meticulous efforts.

After about twenty minutes, the faint sound of the front door creaking open broke the silence, announcing Taeha's return from his family dinner. You paused, placing the cloth aside, and made your way toward him.

With a respectful bow, you greeted him warmly, “Welcome back, sir. Would you like some water, tea, or perhaps a glass of whisky?”

Taeha looked down at you, his deep voice tinged with exhaustion. “I see that you are still awake and cleaning,” he remarked, a hint of appreciation in his tone “I need a glass of whisky,” he added, his demeanor indicating a desire for both comfort and relaxation

Without further words, Taeha strode toward his room to change into more comfortable attire, leaving you to fulfill his request and prepare for the evening ahead.