—Alec—
The shrilling sound of my phone’s alarm filled the air.
Cursing under my breath, I snatched the phone from the nightstand and silenced it. I pried my eyes open and squinted at the reminder on the screen.
Great.
Today was the governor’s yacht party. Another evening of shallow conversations and fake smiles.
“Kyu-hun?” I stepped into the hallway and opened the door to his bedroom—but he wasn’t there.
One of the house staff appeared behind me. “Sir, Mr. Kyu-hun is in the kitchen.”
I hesitated, curiosity tugging at my brow.
What could Kyu-hun possibly be doing in the kitchen?
But sure enough, I made my way downstairs, and the information was correct. Kyu-hun was in the kitchen, moving with the finesse of a professional chef as he fried something while the kitchen staff watched,
