Chapter 17

After the wonderful & dreamy swim that Tiffany had, she walked into the manor without changing or drying her clothes. She kept daydreaming until she bumped into a gorgeous young man. Her eyes almost popped out when she finally realized that she is lying on him. She felt faint & struggled to get out of his protective arms but he gripped onto her tightly & stare deeply into her eyes & smile.

“Hey, beautiful, nice fall, marry me.” He whispered, causing her to scream her head off in embarrassment & stood up unstably.

“Sorry, master, I didn’t mean to.” She apologized, & looked down at the floor while the guy kept gazing at her & hold back his laughter. He frowned.

“Tiffany. This is for you.” He said, & reached out for her hands & held her hands in his firmly & warmly before placing a single thornless red rose onto her hand. She blushed & was fully startled. This man who stood before her is obviously making her melt into the puddle of nowhere.

“How...How...How do you know my name? What the?” She said, & pushed him away, though she was somehow feeling comfortable being held by him. He somehow reminded her of Yunho. It’s just too bad that it’s not Yunho; he’s not wearing any mask. She pouted. His annoyingly handsome face kept bugging her!

“You...You don’t know me?” He laughed & walked closer to her, making them barely apart.

“No, I don’t believe I have met you before. Get away from me or I will scream & what’s with the red rose?!” She cried out, turning panicky as her body sensed that the young man is trying to seduce her with his touching & affection. He reminds her of Yunho but she knows too well that Yunho is ugly, not as handsome as the young man who stood before her.

“Hmmm, not to be afraid, Tiffany, this single red rose is from someone who loves you, a token of apology.” He said softly. Tiffany pouted while she looked at him firmly.

“You must be Jaejoong, right? Where’s Yunho?” Tiffany asked, frowning.

“Yunho? What do you mean where’s Yunho? I’m…”

“Yunho, he told me that he had be back before dinner.”

“Oh, he did, didn’t he? Hmmm, but I’m afraid.”

“He won’t be back for dinner? That...That’s bad.” Tiffany sighed, upset.

“Hmmm, I...I don’t know what to say but I could be of some service to you & cook you something in order to apologize on his behalf.” He laughed.

“That...That wouldn’t be necessary & get your hands off of me! I don’t like the way you are touching me! I will...I will tell your b