Mad_Hatter16

Following her grandmother’s wishes, Oh Ha-na inherits a matchmaking agency. However, the agency caters only to a very specific clientele – wealthy bachelors with commitment issues. 

Enter billionaire jewellery tycoon and third-generation chaebol heir, Cha Ji-hoon. A notorious bachelor and workaholic who feels dating is a frivolous distraction from his responsibilities. 

Numerous attempts by his family to get him married have failed because he throws himself into work to avoid emotional connection. Despite this, women flock to him, drawn to his wealth and handsome looks. 

With a reputation for being ruthless in business and aloof in relationships, Ha-na takes on the challenge of finding Ji-hoon a perfect match. 

Can she melt his icy heart and find his perfect match? Or will she realize that she has been his ideal match all along? 
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[WSA 2025 Entry]
[Note: This book is a clean, slow-burn romance. Character relationships will be explored more on emotional connection and less on physical attraction. Reader discretion is advised.]

We'll have two side couple romance apart from our main couple storyline. Their stories will be shown simultaneously along with the lead couple, but in lesser frequency.
 
Main: Boss Lady FL X Bigshot ML (First Love/High School Sweethearts)
Side A: Hopeless Romantic FL X Single Dad ML (One-night Stand) 
Side B: Paralyzed FL X Celebrity ML (Second Chance First Love/High School Sweethearts)

Mr. Billionaire Matchmaker

Ji-hoon stepped into the fine establishment of a high-end Italian restaurant. His eyes surveyed the high-arched windows, the black-and-white checkered marble floors, the large, crystal chandeliers hung on the exquisite ceilings, and tables dotted around, draped in stark, white linen.

Before he could take another step further, a man and a woman in matching suits approached him, bowing.

"President Cha Ji-hoon, thank you for choosing our establishment," the woman said, smiling and gesturing with her hands forward. "Your reservation is this way."

Ji-hoon, ushered in by them, was led to a plush, silver-grey booth by one of the tables. He sat on the booth, staring at the empty, wingback seat opposite him.

"She hasn't arrived yet," he muttered, pulling out his vibrating phone from his breast suit pocket. He swiped the answer button and put the phone against his ear.

First Date