The head of one of the world's top ten conglomerates—a severe misogynist and germaphobe—until the day a maid walked into his life. That night, he was drugged with an aphrodisiac, and she became his only cure. From then on, the young master who rejected every woman could tolerate only her touch. Desperate to keep her, he offered a ten-million-dollar contract: bear my heir, keep the money, mutual benefit, no feelings involved. She signed for her family's sake, abiding by the rules—bear the child, never fall in love. But as days passed, he could no longer hold himself back. "My contract term," he declared, "is a lifetime."
