A bride walks into the wrong room on her wedding night and crosses paths with a cold, powerful heir instead of her intended groom. What begins as a mix-up spirals into an unexpected attraction, forcing both of them to confront duty, family expectations, and the feelings neither planned on.
Oh, sorry Everett, I don't know what came over me. Come eat. For two people, sitting across is more appropriate. Oh. Nothing I even like.
No picky eating. You need balanced nutrition. Oh. Wasting food is a bad habit. Picky eating is worse. It has to stop. This time, I'm really not talking to him.
Hello? Sis! Are you off work? Tired? did you remember to eat dinner mm-hmm I ate Everett it was okay I guess got it I'll be good don't work too hard bye sis sir here's the cake you ordered
hmm you may go eat it Everett I hereby declare you the kindest man in the whole world Everett you obviously don't like sweet cakes why would the kitchen make something you never touch you told them to make this for me didn't you if you