I Love You, My Bodyguard
Chapter 1 The Strange

"Based on ja_lang women!!" 

One of the unknown women Jasmine screamed loudly while pelting the poor woman's head with a newly opened soda can so that the contents of the can soaked Jasmine's blonde hair, make her hair dirty and sticky half dead.

Clearly Jasmine was unable to fight back by throwing back or scolding the strange woman because the public's gaze towards her would only get uglier and worse, so Jasmine could only sigh deeply.

Marshel, who was next to him as a bodyguard, turned his head, looking for the strange woman who pelted the artist with a soda can, to give the strange woman a warning.

Too bad, of course, Mashel couldn't find the woman, so in the end the only thing Marshel could do was get Jasmine in the car as quickly as possible, then help the poor woman dry her hair.

"Sorry for not being able to take good care of you, young lady." Marshel lowered his head, feeling guilty for not being able to take good care of his nona.

"Here it is, it is not a big deal, Marshel, after all this conflict is enough to make me feel dizzy half to death, actually, given how annoying the reporters and the press breng_sek it." Jasmine recited Marshel's words in a slightly humbled tone at the end, showing how upset the woman was.

For some reason, without being able to hold Jasmine at all, his frustration at that time exploded just like that in a private car filled only by a driver, he said, Marshel and of course Jasmine at the time were the result of what had happened.

"I mean, that's right!" Jasmine clicked her tongue full of annoyance. "I didn't even do anything with Amon back then at the bar, but there was a sudden rumor that I was flirting with Amon! I was even at a different table with that shit_an!" 

The driver who observed all these events from the rear view mirror leading to the back of the car could only sigh, apparently the young lady was a girl with an extra high temper.

"Young lady, relax, I think that's just one of the many competitors who hate you too." Simon the driver seemed to try to relieve Jasmine's anger with his shady speech. "In my opinion, this isn't the first time you've experienced something like this."

"I know, I know, but it's really none of my business if Amon's relationship with his wife is fractured because of the third man!" Jasmine scolded, while looking resentfully at Simon who seemed unable to change her already bad mood.

Marshel who sees all these things clearly can only be silent, but he actually has nothing to contribute at all in what is happening at that time, given that he is only a bodyguard hired by Jasmine to take care of the woman.

"I'm sorry I can't calm your deteriorating mood and I can't take care of you, young lady, I'm just thinking about the external conflict that's going on with you, that's all," obviously Marshel while looking straight at the streets of Florida which was quite stretchy at that time.

Jasmine let out a long sigh after hearing the explanation Marshel gave her. I don't know, somehow that explanation felt a little unreasonable to Jasmine, just what could that woman do? Forcing the expressionless Marshel to be honest? The truth is, it won't be that easy.

"Yes, if this is the end I won't come to the bar to attend Melody's birthday." Jasmine grumbled softly, slashing her back against the back of the car, then closed her eyes to at least rest for a while on the way. 

When Jasmine arrived at her residence in one of the counties in Florida, without a care anymore, the woman who had a pretty face that looked to have eyes that had a bright blue color immediately sauntered, he went into his bedroom and threw his body on the bed, completely without changing his clothes at all.

"Well, I'm tired …." Jasmine muttered as she hugged the white pillow that somehow felt so tender at this moment, comforting the body that felt so tired after what had happened all day.

Starting from attending press conferences, answering calls from talk show-like television programs that even dropped his pride, to attending fan meetings that turned out to be mixed with haters from the poor woman.

I don't know, in addition to his physically tired half-dead, especially his legs that feel half-dead due to his trip today, Jasmine's mentality also seems to be increasingly tested with the problems that exist, as well as the problems that exist, not to mention the problem of bullying that began to be received from various directions, both from the public to the press who always wrote news that is not - not just for money.

Jasmine let out a long sigh, desperately trying not to feel half-dead stress over the conflict, which in some way felt like slander rather than real conflict. It was laughable and disgusting, considering this was not the first time for Jasmine where the woman was stuck in this kind of trouble.

For Jasmine who has been in the entertainment world for quite a long time, this kind of thing is indeed something that is quite common, but that does not mean something that is so eagerly awaited by many artists like her.

It is precisely these kinds of things that are, desperately, avoided by at least ninety-nine percent of artists because this kind of conflict can destroy their careers almost as quickly as the blowing of the wind on a feather.

The beautiful woman who had hair that had an almost white yellow color that looked to have a caucasian face itself even half-dead hated this kind of conflict, because besides being able to destroy the career he has built quickly, it can also turn into something that is very troublesome to be taken care of by anyone. 

"Based on Amon and the members of the press pesi_an, I can't feel a little calmer even if it's just one day." Jasmine stared lazily at the mirror that was at the side of her bed, as if feeling lazy to think about the problem that was going on.