"Mine's cooled now," He took the cup from Cathryn's hand and handed him over. He did it so naturally that anyone would assume they were lovers.

Cathryn had assumed that a rich boy like Keith Clarkson, who had their own chef team at home, would never know how to eat Korean roasts.

But when he took the scissors to cut the grilled steak into neat, small pieces and placed them orderly in her dish, she felt somewhat regretful for her un-thoughtfulness.

Even though Keith was an aristocrat, he was first and foremost a great person, a man who could handle everything.

Eating the meat served by him, Cathryn felt her...