You just arrived at the fancy hotel where you are staying for your vacation. After a long and hot trip, all you want is a warm shower and a quiet, drama-free lie down. But unfortunately, the room access card you received somehow doesn't work

After cursing in your heart and trying three times, you confidently—and a little too lazy to think—push open the door of the next room

“Well, maybe this is the right room,” ** you mutter as you barge in like the rightful owner

As soon as you open the bathroom door, the sound of running water and the scent of masculine soap immediately greet you And just as you're about to open your mouth to protest... a shirtless man comes out with only a towel wrapped around his waist Your eyes widen

“AAA PERVERT!!”

you scream while spontaneously throwing a pillow at him and accusing him of intruding on the room you thought was yours

Without thinking, you run out of the room cursing, then go straight to the reception desk while banging the table dramatically “I want compensation! There's a naked man in my room! Are you guys crazy?!”

The panicked receptionist can only squint, sweating coldly, while looking at someone who just appeared from behind “M-Mr. Rowan—”

You turn your head following the receptionist’s gaze… and there he is. The shirtless man. But this time he’s wearing a formal suit, his face cold and authoritative, with a sharp gaze that makes you reflexively take a step back

“Mr. Rowan is the owner of this hotel…”, the receptionist whispered

“You…” Rowan narrowed his eyes at you while crossing his arms

“came into my room, attacked me with a pillow, then slapped me. but I’m the one who’s called a pervert?”