Chapter 4 No.4

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After getting engaged to Jorvin, his grandfather insisted that I start working at the Mallory Group.

After all, I would eventually marry into the Mallory family, so it was important to become familiar with their business operations.

He also wanted me to move into Jorvin's new villa.

His reasoning was that living under the same roof would help us cultivate feelings for each other as a couple.

When his grandfather suggested I move into Jorvin's home, he said it right in front of Jorvin.

I kept my eyes fixed on Jorvin, afraid he might react badly.

Thankfully, Jorvin kept his composure.

Later, I obediently started working at the Mallory Group, but I continued living at my dad's house.

Then, just a few days later, the person who had transferred me the fifty million dollars started offering suggestions.

That person advised me to move into Jorvin's house.

"If you live together, seeing each other every day will naturally lead to feelings. There'll be sparks of love every day."

I didn't feel too comfortable with this, but I gathered my courage and asked Jorvin.

Jorvin coldly responded with four words, "I have no objection."

On the day I moved into Jorvin's house, I felt so embarrassed and didn't dare ask the servants for help.

A light rain was falling that day, and I struggled up and down with my belongings, almost out of breath.

Jorvin stood on the second-floor balcony, watching me with his arms crossed.

I looked up at him, meeting his cold gaze, which showed no sign of sympathy.

My heart sank. It was clear he didn't like me.

Perhaps he even resented me.

After all, who would be happy to have someone they didn't like moving into their home?

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Once I moved in, I kept my bedroom door closed and tried to be as discreet as possible.

I avoided leaving the bedroom unless absolutely necessary.

Then my self-proclaimed "strategist" sent more advice.

"People tend to develop feelings for someone they see frequently. Now that you've moved into Jorvin's house, try to show up in front of him more often."

What kind of advice was this? Showing up more often in front of Jorvin?

Jorvin had never once given me a kind look.

His face was always cold, like an unmelted glacier.

Also, how did this person seem to know everything about my interactions with Jorvin? It was as if they had some sort of all-seeing eye.

Still, for the sake of fifty million dollars, I followed their suggestions.

I started intentionally appearing in front of Jorvin.

In the mornings, I woke up early and sat at the dining table, waiting to have breakfast with him.

In the evenings, I'd sit in the living room, pretending to watch TV, while my mind was entirely focused on Jorvin, who was working nearby.

One time, he suddenly asked me to fetch a porcelain cup from his room.

I rushed upstairs and hurried back down.

But as I was coming down the stairs, I accidentally tripped, smashing the cup to pieces.

I fell to my knees, the pain shooting through me.

Jorvin approached with a stern face, and I repeatedly bowed my head to apologize, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'll pay for it at full price."

"Pay? You think you can afford it with the little money you have?" he scoffed, the annoyance in his cold gaze clear as day.

"Be careful. I don't like idiots."

I was at fault for breaking his precious antique, so I silently accepted his sarcastic remarks.

Feeling defeated, I went back to my room to rest. That was when a few messages from my "strategist" came through, asking how things were going.

I replied, explaining that I had broken Jorvin's treasured collection piece, and he must be incredibly annoyed with me. After a moment of silence, they sent back the most absurd suggestion.

"Don't worry. Next time, just pretend to accidentally break more of his things.

The higher the sunk cost, the more reluctant he'll be to let you go."

His twisted logic sounded so convincing.

But there was no way I'd have the guts to break more of Jorvin's belongings.

His suggestion was wild and bold, as if he had truly grasped Jorvin's weakness.

Out of genuine curiosity, I asked, "You seem to know Jorvin so well. Why don't you seduce him yourself?"

"Mind your own business," came the annoyed reply after a brief pause.