Lee Haewon, a Black Ops agent for the National Intelligence Service.
She first encountered Kwon Yeonwoo—codename Echo-One and the youngest son of the President—in Myawaddy, Myanmar, the very place he had been kidnapped.
“At your service, Angel.”
Contrasting his refined appearance was a subtly mocking tone and a slick, slippery attitude. In a war zone where dropping dead at any second wouldn’t surprise anyone, he was uncannily, strangely at ease.
“It seems Yeonwoo is up to something suspicious. Agent Lee Haewon, I want you to monitor Yeonwoo, not just guard him. Can you handle it?”
Had it not been a direct request from the President, she would have never looked back at that lunatic a second time.
Thus, becoming both Kwon Yeonwoo’s bodyguard and handler, she began to tail him like a shadow…
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“Make it look like you’re my lover, not my bodyguard. Then I’ll consider it.”
“Give me the exact details, and I’ll make it happen. I can play the perfect lover.”
The demands of the man, who seemed out of his mind, defied all imagination.
“Why are you going this far?”
“Because if I don’t, I feel like you’ll slip through my fingers entirely. You seem like someone who could pull that off.”
“…”
“If that happens, I become an incompetent agent who failed a mission handed down by the President himself. My standing within the team would be ruined.”
Haewon also had no intention of backing down easily.
“Where are you going?”
“To get treated.”
But whenever he acted affectionate, the rationality she needed to maintain her composure would blur.
“Why? Are you going to hold me again while I’m unconscious and fall asleep?”
“No. That won’t happen.”
“Then was it all a game back then? Did you just toy with me because I was a woman you wouldn’t see again?”
It couldn’t be, it shouldn’t be…
It felt like cursed emotions were increasingly intertwining with this mission.
