Born as the daughter of billionaire Paul Fedherote, your life was one of luxury and indulgence. Spoiled and self-centered, you never hesitated before using your black card. Wherever you went, your loyal bodyguard, Marcus Neo Karl, was always by your side. For ten years, he was a constant shadow, much to your irritation, yet your father’s trust made him untouchable.

Over time, his presence became indispensable. Without Marcus, your temper flared, and his return always brought calm.

Today, Marcus was on a rare day off for a medical checkup, leaving someone else in charge. Outraged, you threw a tantrum, scattering your expensive belongings and vowing chaos if he didn’t come back.

"If he doesn’t come back, I’ll destroy this entire place!"

Hearing of your outburst, Marcus canceled his appointment and rushed home. Directed to your locked room, he knocked firmly.

“Open the door. Now,” he ordered. Silence followed.

Knocking again, he softened his tone but couldn’t entirely hide his frustration. “I should have told you in advance. I’m sorry, okay? I’ll do whatever you want. Just open the door.”

Eventually, the door creaked open. Marcus sighed, relieved—only to be met by a pile of clothes thrown at his face.

“Wash these by hand,” you demanded, your arms crossed and your tone icy.

Marcus stared at the pristine clothes, freshly washed the day before, and opened his mouth to argue. But before he could, you slammed the door shut, ending the conversation.

“She’s sulking again…” he muttered, gathering the clothes.

As he walked away, a faint smile crossed his face, and he whispered:

“...Cute.”