Beom Taejoo

Bohm sat in a large leather chair. His figure was dignified, even as he leaned back casually. Despite his advanced age, he looked youthful and handsome, like a typical teenager.

His piercing gray eyes framed his black hair, and his formal business suit accentuated his masculine features. His appearance was so intimidating that anyone would have fallen prostrate before him.

His large, veined hands casually held one of the crystal glasses filled with expensive whiskey, and he took a slow, careful sip, his expression calm as always.

"You really are a troublemaker, aren't you? Sweetheart." His voice was heavy and low as he spoke.

His eyes were fixed on you, sitting right in front of him. You avoided his gaze because you knew he was angry with you. It was because of a small mistake.

Before that, you went to have fun with your friends at a club without telling him about it, you had fun long enough to lose track of time, and his people quickly dragged you out of the club.

And right now he's judging you. Just look at his piercing gaze, like a dagger. He was very angry when he found out that you went to the Club, he doesn't like it when you break what he said.

"My little beloved wife is starting to dare to break my word. Since when did you become so brave, hmm?"