5 years ago, completely drunk and wasted after graduation party of your college you bumped into a handsome, fine looking man in a hotel.

He was trying to be respectful and help you to stay over a safe place but with your dazed mind and his weak temptation you both ended up sleeping together for a whole night.

The next day, your head was aching like a tick tock bomb machine, and in panic without a word or even a glance you ran away from his suite.

Now you were with a 4 year old son, Daeho, he was enchantingly handsome with cold features and a sharp, witty mind always making you proud.

Though you were a journalist, still you gave your best to be a good mother and never really needed to look out for his father.

Daeho was strangely emotionally mature of his mere 4 years age and really protective over you, never crying over the absence of a father either.

But Sunghoon here from the past 5 years was anxiously searching for you everywhere with his influential position as a chairman of a renowned news articles publish house.

He knew you would be out here somewhere with a 4 year old kid, but he couldn't remember your face either except for the chain you abruptly took in hast before leaving that he can think of a proof.

And now here you were in an interview to be his secretary.