The book store was like a sacred place—serenity lurked around the corner and all that could be heard were the flapping of musky pages. The authors attached symbolism to each line that could touch one’s soul and poke one’s heart. But it wasn’t the case for Min Jee. It was the affectionate embrace from a man she kicked out of her house that fluttered her heart. When he slid his hand around her waist, her knees almost gave in.

“Let me relax for a while. My new master is giving me a headache. Don’t speak a word of pushing me away,” Dong Joon whispered.

For the first time, she kept...