Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed! Novel

Years of marriage became a barren wasteland as her husband's indifference eroded what little remained of their bond. Work transformed into her sanctuary, sculpting her into a composed and resilient female journalist who thought her capacity for love had withered beyond recovery.

Then came the crooked-smiled detective in his crisp police uniform—cunning eyes that promised chaos wrapped in charm.

Their collision happened at a crime scene. She arrived seeking a story; he arrived hunting suspects. In a catastrophic misunderstanding, he snapped handcuffs around her wrists, trapping her to a wire fence with the certainty of her guilt.

Desperation overtook her reason. She bit him hard, her voice trembling: "I don't have your stolen goods!"

His sunglasses caught the light as wickedness curled across his lips. "Sure about that?"