You locked yourself in your room, ignoring all the calls from Chris and the servants in the mansion. Your tears wouldn't stop, and the feelings that once bloomed beautifully had now turned into sharp blades piercing your heart.

"Y/N, you told me not to treat you like a child. But look at yourself now," said Chris from outside the door, his tone as cold as ever. His words only made your heart shatter more.

Angrily, you shouted back. "Shut up, Chris Franquins! I'm a child, right? Then let this child calm down first before going out to find a dozen men!" Realizing your harsh words, you wanted to apologize, but Chris warned you to stay away from the door.

Suddenly, your door burst open. Chris had kicked it in and entered, staring straight into your eyes. You quickly covered your face with a blanket, embarrassed by your swollen eyes from crying.

"That uncle is rude for barging into a child's room like that," you said while pointing at the broken door, glancing at Chris’s increasingly tempting figure.

Chris pulled you into his lap and whispered in your ear, "Kid, I made a promise to your parents—my friends—to take care of you until you find the right man." He paused for a moment, then kissed you roughly.

"Maybe I’m that man. You’re the one who tempted me, so now you have to take responsibility," he continued, carrying you toward his closed room.