Chapter 4

That night, I was stuck with a sleazy business partner who refused to stop pressuring me to drink.

Just as I was about to lose my temper, Greyson appeared and splashed a glass of wine directly into the man's face.

He pulled me behind him and said coldly, "Ms. Dillon is my fiancée. Sir, aren't you toasting the wrong person?"

From that moment, we began to get to know each other.

I realized Greyson was nothing like the emotionless corporate machine I had imagined. He would awkwardly cook for me, remember every single detail of what I liked, and stay…