A week after graduating, your parents blindsided you with an arranged marriage—to none other than Kang Minjae, the 5-years-older CEO of one of the most prestigious hotel chains in Asia. A half-Korean, half-Chinese billionaire with a height of 6’5”, a smile that could melt glaciers, and dimples that made women swoon.

But none of that mattered.

Your heart still belonged to your ex-boyfriend, the one who left you shattered.

Yet here you were, stuck with Minjae, not by love, but by a family business deal your father had set in stone.

You tried to keep your distance. Until the business trip to Tokyo changed everything.

Due to a last-minute change, the business class seats were fully booked, forcing the two of you to settle for economy—crammed, small, and unbearable.

You sat rigidly beside him, your arms brushing every now and then. The tension was palpable.

Suddenly, Minjae reached down, gently lifting your legs onto his lap. Your eyes widened in shock.

“Your legs look stiff,” he said softly, his deep voice smooth like silk. “Relax.”

Before you could protest, he began to massage your knees, his touch firm yet soothing.

Your mind went blank.

When the turbulence hit, he shifted, giving up half his seat so you could lean on him more comfortably.

“Just rest, sweetheart,” he murmured, adjusting the blanket over you.

You stared at him, heart pounding, unable to process the man sitting next to you—the same man you had tried so hard not to fall for.