The Billionaire's Binding Proposal
I lay in bed for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling, listening to the sounds of my apartment coming to life.
From the living room, I could hear the TV. K-drama sounds—dramatic music, emotional dialogue in Korean.
Kim was awake. And watching the drama.
I dragged myself out of bed, still wearing the oversized t-shirt I'd slept in, and padded barefoot across the cold floor. I walked out to find her curled up on the couch, wrapped in blankets, her eyes glued to the screen where some beautiful people were having an emotional confrontation.
She looked... better. Not healthy, exactly. Still too pale, still too thin. But there was color in her cheeks that hadn't been there yesterday. A brightness
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