My advice to you, never fall in love with your bosses, no matter how burning handsome they are. Otherwise, like me, you will find yourself in another world on the basis of uncontrolled jealousy, either drunk or foolish. So far, one thing pleases. Here, my favorite chef also runs the ball, although he behaves much more disgusting. Makes him wear a collar and constantly calls him a witch. Hell with him, I will endure this BDSM misunderstanding. And then for the sake of such an invaluable chance to win his stale heart. Just why is he so realistically faking and literally fixated on my impending marriage?