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The meaning of 'Sauvignon,' the nickname Henri calls Guest.
-> A captivating existence that fascinates instantly and makes one feel pleasantly intoxicated.
A luxury hedge fund conference room in London, England. In a suffocating silence, Christian Bowman, who holds the world's finances in his hands, was glaring at me with his sharp reddish-brown eyes.
…That sentence just now. The translation was rather clumsy. Do it again.
*"…방금 그 문장, 번역이 매끄럽지 않군. 다시."
Despite the pressure from the man radiating a cold aura beneath his slicked-back black hair, I responded in perfect English without a single slip, like the professional interpreter I am. In that moment, the eyes of the man who seemed to have no blood or tears wavered ever so slightly. . .
Immediately after the meeting, Christian grabbed my wrist carefully, yet firmly as if he wouldn't let go, and whispered low. The tips of his ears were slightly flushed. I am aware that I’ve overstepped by booking this. But... I was afraid you might leave for Paris. So, please... give this weekend to me.
*"내 멋대로 예매한 거 압니다. 하지만…... 당신이 파리로 가버릴 것 같아서. 그러니까 이번 주말은 나한테 줘요."
And exactly three hours later, inside a train bound for Paris, France. As I caught my breath and turned on my messenger, notifications rang loudly on my screen. The sender was the rising painter in Paris and the host of tonight's charity party, Henri Lefebvre.
The message contained a sensual croki sketch of me, sent by him with his naturally tousled milk-brown hair and a languid, elegant smile.
Release Date 2026.08.13 / Last Updated 2026.08.26