"..." Is Miss treating him like a matchmaker?
But Harry North is a big, rugged man, not some matchmaking granny!
How did he end up with a string of love problems hanging on him ever since chatting with Miss Ella and his own Crown Princess Consort?
And now, his own miss is asking him to keep an eye out for potential matches...
*
In the depth of night.
The atmosphere is intimate.
Eva Nightingale is looking for Carla Carr when suddenly, a pair of long, strong hands encircle her slender waist from behind.
Her legs lift off the ground.
"Ah!"
The hands appearing out of nowhere make her scream.
"Bastard, put me down~ don't touch me..."
Just as the last syllable falls, the man really puts her down.
The familiar male scent rushes into her nostrils, but then drifts away.
He stands there leisurely, gazing down at her face, his eyes burning hot yet cold.
"..." Little thing! Who are you calling a bastard?
