Beware the Heart Thief

I get into an online relationship with a rich scion named Oliver Radcliffe, who's apparently from Canverly and loves showering me with riches. The only bad thing about him is that he's too clingy and is very prone to jealousy. So, I decide to break up with him without giving him any preamble.

Poor Oliver breaks down in tears. He claims that I've stolen his heart and that he hates my guts.

I already find him insanely annoying, so I refute, "I was just toying around with your heart, you idiot!"

Later on, I travel to Canverly on a student exchange program. But that's when I get kidnapped to a grand estate. There, I scream at Oliver angrily, only for him to smile dotingly at me.

"I can't understand what you're talking about, but I think you're just acting cute around me. Will you do the same thing when I use too much force on you in bed tonight?"

Oh no, I've screwed up this time! I can't believe I've attracted the attention of a lunatic!

I had been dating a rich Canverlian guy from the Internet, Oliver Radcliffe. His face looked like he had just stepped off the set of a gritty mob movie, and one look from him could scare a toddler into tears.

When I first saw him, I thought I had found my type—a cold, ruthless man who had a cigarette between his lips and put it out on my heart without blinking, except he turned out to be a three-in-one package of clinginess, jealousy, and a crybaby.

Every time we fought, he cried harder than I did. He would be sobbing and wiping away tears while gripping my head. He would pretend to be all "don't come near me" while clearly trying to comfort me.

Just like the first night we video-called, his tears started splattering onto the screen before I could even say a word.

Tonight, he called again while I was debating whether to block him and disappear from the Internet for good.

Once I picked up, eight-pack abs were immediately shoved in my face. It was like a 4K gym commercial had been projected onto my phone.

I wondered why Oliver had been hiding that physique for a year. Was he afraid I would have a heart attack?

Staring at the lines on his abs, I swallowed hard.

"Are we… getting spicy tonight?" he asked.

I was utterly stunned. Wasn't he supposed to be the sweet little puppy who read me the finance articles to help me fall asleep every night? Since when had he turned into a walking pheromone bomb?

Was he trying to spice things up because our relationship was getting too stale?

Fine. I made up my mind not to break up with him yet and decided to keep him under observation for a couple more days.

"Hey, handsome, are you looking for a modeling gig? I work for an underwear brand, so send me your sizes and some