I Love You, My Bodyguard
Chapter 16

"If you are sick, then automatically no one will take care of me, and if no one takes care of me it means that my security is threatened, besides, between you, Simon and Anna, you are the one I can count on the most because you always know that when I have used high heels for too long, my feet will hurt ….." Jasmine let out a long breath. "... and you know that that means my feet have to be compressed with warm water compresses, that's how it is, I don't want you to get sick just for keeping me safe."

Hearing Jasmine's expression of heart that could be said to be so long and wide, Marshel responded to it with a faint smile. Wanting to gently rub Jasmine's head, it's just that it's impossible for a bodyguard like himself to be so ignorant that he rubbed the head of the young lady who was clearly her social strata far above her.

"Well, all right, then I choose to sleep in the car." Marshel laughed softly as he leaned his wide back against the back of the car, then closed his eyes for a moment. Yes, if the man who has a tall and stocky body and brown hair and green eyes can tell the truth, actually Marshel felt tired due to problems involving the young lady, also with various other disorders, as well as contributing to the cause of insomnia experienced by the man.

"Mhm .. Can I ask you something, Marshel?" Jasmine asked while playing her own finger, as if she was feeling a little unwell to ask the bodyguard.

Marshel raised his eyebrows as high as he could, feeling a little unusual when Jasmine had to ask permission first to just ask the man. "Of course, I mean, why not? After all you are my boss, it feels natural that you ask me directly."

Jasmine smiled, the manners possessed by the man who was right by her side had made the young miss feel amazed, she said, there is not usually someone who is so polite and polite to him without being asked at all. "Well, if so you say. My question is actually too simple, really, I'm just wondering why you changed our call from me-you or me-you to me-you, that's all."

Marshel scratched his head that was not too itchy, I don't know, out of nowhere his idea to change the call he used to call the young lady. "Somehow, I don't think it's appropriate for me to call myself as I am, because that's why I decided to call myself as me instead of as me, that's how it is."

"When you don't bother like that, I think it's the same if you call me you instead of you." Jasmine chuckled pettyly, feeling extremely satisfied for the simple reason that Marshel had given her at that moment. "But if you've chosen to call yourself by my word, it's your choice."

When the two men of different sexes arrived at the venue, Marshel very sprightly as usual immediately went down, then opened the door for Jasmine and of course helped the woman to get out of the car. "You look so beautiful tonight" Marshel praised, clasping tightly onto Jasmine's hand wrapped in long white gloves. "It's no wonder everyone likes you."

"No need to praise me like that, Marshel, it's just gonna make me feel really embarrassed." Jasmine replied while tightly grasping the large, warm hand of the bodyguard that was helping her to descend in such an elegant manner. "But thanks for your compliment, Marshel, I like it."

"Mhm .. You're right, Marshel. I was thinking, that if someday I'm going to get married, I think I'm going to choose this place as my recipe place." Jasmine chuckled small while imagining what if it would really happen to her, and of course her future husband, no matter who it might be. "But it's a pity that I don't have a husband yet, nor do I plan to look for him."

The bodyguard who heard all the words of the young lady then just fell silent and nodded his head, unwilling to say much, at the same time feel a little sad when he realized that his young lady has not had the mind to find a future husband, he said, which of course has more or less the same meaning as the chance for Marshel to approach the young miss is almost nonexistent.

"Well, just get here, Marshel, I can take care of the rest, all right." Jasmine then gently took off the bodyguard's hand, making Marshel put on a meaningless thin smile.

"Be careful in there, young lady …." Marshel gently rubbed his own hands. "If you feel danger, or you feel uncomfortable, don't be too hesitant to call me right away." The man then gave a phone gesture to Jasmine, before leaving the young artist to enjoy his party with the female companions.

Instead of going straight to rest, the first thing Marshel did when he got to the car was a heavy sigh, which obviously invites curiosity in the heart of Simon who had just been silent and observing.

"Why again? Denied young lady Jasmine?" Simon asked as he glanced at Marshel who was seen sitting in the back seat, as if someone had completely exhausted all his strength. "Pity …."

Marshel immediately closed his beautiful green eyes after hearing the ridiculous question posed by Simon. "Compared to being rejected, right now I'm much more worried about young miss Jasmine's safety, that's all."

"Because he refused you to come to the party? Sure enough, I think the young lady can take good care of herself." Simon chuckled softly as he lowered and lowered the back of his own chair. "Well, whatever it is, once in a while you have to let young lady hang out with other people without your supervision, Marshel."

"If that's all, I'm not really bothered, Simon, it's just that someone I suspect is the mastermind behind this scandal is also in the party. You understand what I mean, don't you?" Marshel asked as he turned his head, looking at Simon through the rearview mirror in the middle of them.