CHAPTER 3: THE LINE YOU DON'T CROSS
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“Anaya, what have you done!” Mr. Lee hissed, panicking. “Please, apologize to Mr. Namjin immediately!”
Anaya bowed slightly, her cheeks burning.
“I’m really sorry, sir… it was an accident.”
Namjin looked at her calmly, his voice low.
“It’s okay. Could you… show me to the washroom?”
“Of course,” she said softly, leading him down the hallway. Her heart raced—not from attraction, but from embarrassment.
As they reached the corner, Namjin stopped. His gaze lingered on her.
“You know,” he said quietly, “you’re quite something. Too hot to handle, maybe. I could give you a favor for tonight. What’s your rate?”
For a moment, silence hung heavy in the air.
Then smack!
Anaya’s hand met his cheek with a sharp sound that echoed down the hall.
Her voice shook, but her eyes blazed.
“What do you think I am? I’m not that kind of girl. I’m from India—and where I come from, respect still means something.”
Namjin’s expression shifted from shock to regret, but she didn’t wait to hear it.
She grabbed a glass of water from the nearby table and poured it right over his designer shirt.
“You deserve worse,” she said coldly, and walked away without looking back.
Namjin stood there, drenched, his pride cracked for the first time in years.
For the first time, someone had dared to slap the nation’s favorite idol.
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