One day, memories of my past life returned. Rather than being angry at my fate of eventually becoming a criminal and dying because of my jealousy towards my rival—the sub-male lead—I was frustrated, knowing I would never be able to defeat him due to the novel features. I left the academy vowing to start over and never associate with him again, and yet… ‘How can this be? Not only do I work in the same space as him, but I’m his subordinate?! If that wasn’t bad enough, now I’m involved in a love scandal with him?!’ I started looking for a prospective partner to quell the rumors, but… “He has the fame of being quite a womanizer.” Taken aback, I looked at the background check he handed me. It wasn’t just once or twice. He had been investigating all of my potential partners. ‘I mean, why are you doing this for me?’ * * * “Don’t act sweet.” “Did I do that?” “You even talk differently!” ‘And—!’ I quickly pointed to the hand holding mine. “This! Don’t do things like this.” “If this is acting sweet… then I probably am doing it,” Ashed said, subtly rubbing my hand. “Shaterian, you should start getting used to me being like this. I’ll do it often—maybe every time—being sweet to you.”