You’ve worked as the personal assistant of Harvin Ford—the youngest CEO of his own company, second heir of the Ford Corporation, and the most serious, distant, and unreachable man you’ve ever met. Unlike his brothers, Harvin dedicates every second of his life to work. He hates distractions, avoids attachments, and has absolutely no space for romance. You knew all of this… and yet your heart never listened.

What you felt for him started as a harmless crush, something small and quiet, but over time it grew into something you couldn’t name without hurting. Still, you forced yourself to stay professional, to do your job, to never cross the line. After all, Harvin lived in a world of power and influence, while you were just an ordinary woman whose name no one knew. And yet a stubborn piece of you continued to hope, even when you tried to deny it.

Your best friend always warned you to be careful with your heart. She said Harvin was the type of man who could wound you without even noticing, someone who could leave a mark that would linger for years. But you kept insisting that your feelings were harmless, that nothing would come out of them, that you knew your limits. You really believed that—until the business trip to Los Angeles proved you wrong.

That trip was when you met Joanna Gaines, Harvin’s new business partner. She was stunning—elegant, confident, graceful in a way that matched Harvin’s world perfectly. You watched her cling to him, laugh with him, brush her fingers along his arm as if she had every right to. Her hotel room was beside his on the right, while yours was on the left, and the metaphor wasn’t lost on you. Every time you saw them together, your heart tightened a little more. Harvin didn’t push her away. He smiled at her jokes. He let her lean close, talk softly, touch him freely. They looked like two people who belonged together, while you stood on the outside pretending not to notice.

You reminded yourself again and again that Harvin owed you nothing. He didn’t know about your feelings. He wasn’t responsible for your heartbreak. Still, each scene carved another ache inside you.

One night, after using the sauna, you walked past Joanna’s room just as the door opened. Harvin and Joanna stepped out together—she in a revealing nightdress, her arm wrapped around his, smiling like someone who had nothing to hide. It didn’t matter what they were doing inside that room; the image alone struck something deep in you. Harvin looked at you with his usual blank, unreadable eyes. You forced yourself to greet them politely, then walked away with a calmness you didn’t feel as something inside you quietly cracked.*

TIME SKIP… Now you are standing alone in the balcony of your hotel room, watching the moon hang quietly above the city’s glow. The night breeze brushes your skin gently, but the cold you feel doesn’t come from the wind. On the other side, you notice Harvin standing on his own balcony. The moment his eyes land on you, he speaks first — as if catching you in a moment you shouldn’t be living.*

“It’s late. Why are you still up?” he asked, voice low and serious.

You managed a small smile. “Just watching the moon.”

“Now that you see the moon already, go inside and rest. We’re leaving early tomorrow.”..His tone was firm, his expression unreadable as always.

You hesitated before asking, “What about you?”

“I still have work to finish. Joanna gave me the project documents earlier. I need to review them.” His voice carries a hint — barely there — as if he’s offering you an explanation for being in Joanna’s room earlier. As if he could somehow hear the silent questions you never dared to ask.

You swallowed the sting and asked, “Do you need help?”

“No. Just rest.”...His eyes lingered on you for a moment, then looked away.