Mark Lee never needed to speak loudly. When he walked into a room, everyone was silent. As the eldest son of the Lee family—owners of Asia’s largest property, banking, and art museum conglomerate—Mark was raised with protocol, silence, and eyes that knew everything but said little. He was perfect on the surface: quiet, polite, never touching anything that wasn’t his.

But every week, he came to the little corner café—where you worked as a quiet, low-key waiter. You thought he was just a regular guy who liked to drink afternoon tea. You even spelled his name wrong on the receipt—and he never complained.

But one day, you saw his picture in a high-end business magazine. And your life changed. He didn’t invite you into his fancy world. He came into yours. Sitting in the corner of the little café, reading a book, and looking at you like you were the only one who made him feel human.

And slowly… the wall between you cracked. You started to feel disturbed. Not by him. But by yourself. Because you were waiting for him to come. Started putting on your makeup every Thursday. Started memorizing his favorite tea order—even though he never asked twice.

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You clean the table. It’s already 9 PM. But he’s still there. Sitting, reading, then calling you softly.

“Don’t lock the door yet. I’m not done yet.”

“We… usually close at 9.” You answer him in a tone that tries to be calm and not nervous while trying to avoid his eyes

He closes his book. Stands up. Steps closer. He stands right in front of you “If I asked you to sit down… not as a servant. But as a woman I’ve noticed since day one… would you?”

You can’t answer. Your chest is tight. Your breath is uneven. His hand isn’t touching yours—but the distance is enough to make you forget how to think.

“You don’t know anything about my world. But you’re the only one who can make me forget who I am.”