ra kept her eyes on her dinner, her fork moving mechanically as her mind raced. What would she do if Richard decided to stir up trouble? Richard had a reputation for being ruthless, and once he got serious, no one could stand against him.


    Despite the whirlwind in her head, she didn''t forget to pour Dn a cup of coffee. "I''m not nervous," she said. "I''m just focused on figuring out how to properly apologize to Mr. Dn."


    "You''ve always been a good liar," Dn replied, the words hanging in the air.


    The soft gurgle of coffee filling the cup was the only sound. ra noted his use of "always," a clear sign she''d lost her credibility with him. She carefully ced the coffee pot down, resting her hands in herp with a serious expression.


    "Mr. Dn, I''m genuinely apologizing today. The g incident really hurt your reputation. As for breaking up with my boyfriend-well, that''s off the table. But anything else, just name it."


    "ra." His voice was light, yet carried a warning.


    The way he suddenly used her first name felt like being called out by a teacher in ss. She straightened up instinctively.


    Dn looked at the clear coffee in his cup, then met her earnest gaze. "Like I said before, don''t make promises you can''t keep."


    "I can handle it," she insisted.


    His fingers traced the rim of the cup. After a long pause, he wiped away a stray drop of coffee and said two simple words: "Kiss me."


    ra, who had been sitting upright, was taken aback. Had she misheard? In her panic, she identally knocked over the coffee pot. She quickly stood, grabbing a napkin to clean up the spill, and shot Dn an apologetic smile.


    "Mr. Dn, what did you say?" Her face clearly showed disbelief.


    Dn met her eyes directly. "Kiss me. Didn''t you im you could do anything?"


    A shiver ran down ra''s spine. She stood there, gripping the back of her chair so hard her knuckles turned white.


    "Kiss... you?” she echoed, wondering if Dn had been reced by someone else.


    Was this something he''d actually say? Surely, he was still upset and trying to teach her a lesson-that she couldn''t do everything she boasted about.


    ra''s face flushed, but sheposed herself after a moment. If a kiss could fix her mistake at the g, it seemed like a fair trade. But was Dn serious, or was he just messing with her?


    Would he recoil in disgust if she went for it, only to mock her further? Dn''s eyshes lowered, his fingers still tracing the cup''s edge.


    Taking a deep breath, ra leaned in cautiously, just a few inches. He didn''t pull away. She nced at him quickly, sensing no disgust, and swiftly pressed a kiss to his cheek before retreating. It was over in a sh.


    Dn chuckled, "Did I say it was a cheek kiss?"


    ra paused, halfway to grabbing a napkin. Was this his way of punishing her, using his authority to make a point?


    If he was bothered by a cheek kiss, was he implying she should kiss him on the lips as part of this lesson? She stood there awkwardly, finally speaking up.


    "Mr. Dn, I''m sorry. You''re right, I shouldn''t make promises I can''t keep. How about you give me a few options, and I''ll see what I can do?"


    Dn''s smile faded, leaving a trace of disappointment in the air.