Leave me,” Rose snapped, her voice sharp.

To her surprise, Jungkook actually let go. He walked over to the bed, sat down casually, and said with a smirk, “Let’s end this. Come sleep beside me.”

Rose folded her arms and scoffed. “Have you seen your face? I’d rather sleep on the floor than beside you.”

“Ahh… stubborn girl,” Jungkook muttered, shaking his head.

Without another word, Rose walked over to the couch, settled herself, and pulled the blanket over her. Jungkook leaned back against the headboard, watching her with a faint smile. “At least,” he said, “if you don’t want to do anything with me, then talk to me.”

Rose turned her head slightly, her glare cold. “I never compromise with sleep… and for you? Never.”

And with that, she closed her eyes, drifting off, leaving Jungkook smirking in silence.

After some time, watching her peacefully asleep, Jungkook finally drifted off too.

The next morning, at 6 a.m., Jungkook woke up. His eyes naturally went to Rose, still asleep on the couch, her features soft and calm. A faint smile tugged at his lips before he quietly freshened up and headed to his private gym. He worked out with his usual discipline, though every so often, the image of Rose from the night before slipped into his thoughts, pulling another subtle smile from him.

Later, he spent some time at his study desk, trying to focus on his work, but his mind kept replaying her expressions—her defiance, her boldness. By 8:30, he finished his breakfast and prepared to leave for the office. Before stepping out, he told the staff, “Take care of her. Give her anything she wants.” Then, with Easton accompanying him, he left.

It wasn’t until 10 a.m. that Rose finally woke up. She slowly sat up, looking around the room. Not seeing Jungkook anywhere, she let out a small sigh of relief. After freshening up, she made her way to the breakfast table.

One of the maids noticed her and quickly approached.

“Ma’am, please have your breakfast. Sir already had his at 8:30 and left for the office.”

Rose simply nodded and walked toward the table. As she stood there, her sharp eyes scanned everything—the plates, the cutlery, the napkins—every single thing was arranged with military precision. Exactly as Jungkook liked it.

The maid gently pulled out a chair for her. “Please sit, ma’am.”

But instead of sitting, Rose’s lips curved into a mischievous smirk. “Pull this chair away.”

The maids exchanged quick, nervous glances. They knew Jungkook’s obsession with perfection, and the very thought of his table being disturbed made their hearts race. Still, they did as told.

Rose then walked to the table, deliberately shifted a couple of plates, nudged a fork slightly out of line, and even tilted a glass just enough to ruin the flawless symmetry. Finally, with quiet satisfaction, she sat down on the table itself—cross-legged like she owned the place.

Every maid froze. Their eyes widened in shock, fear prickling their skin. No one in the mansion ever dared to touch the arrangement, let alone ruin it. But here was Rose, calmly serving herself food and taking her first bite, as if she had just declared war on Jungkook’s obsession.

After finishing her breakfast, Rose calmly left the dining room.

The moment she disappeared, every maid rushed in panic, hurriedly straightening the plates and glasses back into their perfect order. No one even whispered about what had happened—none of them dared to inform Jeon Jungkook.

Some time later, Rose reappeared wearing casual clothes. Her night dress replaced by something light, she walked down the grand staircase with quiet confidence. The sound of her steps echoed, making every maid glance nervously at one another.

“Everyone, come here,” Rose called, her voice steady yet commanding.

The maids froze for a second. Never before had anyone in the mansion—let alone a young girl almost nine years Jungkook’s junior—given them such an order. Yet, without hesitation, they obeyed, lining up in front of her.

Rose sank into the sofa with deliberate ease, crossing her legs like she owned not just the couch but the entire mansion. She rested her chin lightly on her palm, observing them one by one.

“I want to ask something,” she said, her tone calm but edged with authority.

The maids quickly nodded, waiting. One of them, still trembling, tried to speak, “Ma’am… sir usually likes—”

But Rose raised her hand, cutting her off. Her eyes sharpened. “I didn’t ask what he likes.” She leaned back, a bold smirk touching her lips. “I want to know what he hates. His habits. His weaknesses. Tell me.”

The room fell into suffocating silence. Every maid stiffened, shock written all over their faces. Jeon Jungkook’s reputation loomed like a shadow over their heads—his obsession with control, his temper, his precision. And now, this fearless girl, his new bride, was openly challenging him in his own mansion.