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

Soo-ah wandered past the aisles of groceries stocked neatly on the gondola shelves around her. Her eyes skimmed through rows and rows of beverages, instant noodles, snacks, and pastries, until finally…

She found what she was looking for at the lowest tier of the shelf where she stopped. Smiling victoriously, she squatted down to make headway for her spoil when a tiny pair of hands grabbed it at the same time as she did.

She snapped her head only to come face-to-face with a little girl with the most ferocious gaze she had ever seen. Her big, dark-brown eyes were narrowed at her, and her long, thin brows and cherry lips scrunched up; she shook her little head until her long, braided, dual ponytails shook as if to say, 'don't touch.'

"That's mine," she finally declared, her shrill voice carrying all the authority and dictatorial tone of an army general. "I'm having it for breakfast."

A Chance Meeting