I Love You, My Bodyguard
Chapter 25

Meanwhile, the new Marshel is rudely chased away by Jasmine, seen stepping into a nearby cafe after the poor young man leaves the apartment building where Jasmine lives. I don't know, in this kind of situation, it feels like Marshel would love to relax somewhere without thinking about things.

The conversation he had with Jasmine earlier had also somehow invited a different kind of guilt that had suddenly appeared in the young man's heart. It would be a lie if Marshel said he didn't have any different feelings for Jasmine.

In fact, the man even felt that he had fallen very, very deep and deep into a strange but satisfying hole called love. I don't know what actually made Marshel feel in love with Jasmine, but her love somehow felt so taboo and inappropriate, making Marshel feel self-conscious about her position.

In any case, he is only a bodyguard, which obviously should not feel in love with the boss who hired him, let alone a boss like Jasmine.

In Marshel's eyes, Jamine did look so beautiful, with long hair that had almost white yellow that looked so slick fell on the woman's narrow frail smell. In addition, to Marshel, the smile owned by Jamine also looks very sweet and adorable.

Wanting to feel in the heart of Marshel proposed and made the young lady as his own, but could not. Social strata belonging to the two people of the opposite sex felt so far away.

The man who had a tall and stocky body and brown hair and green eyes then decided to enter the small cafe which is right next to the apartment building, the tiny cafe is also often used by Jasmine when the woman is bored by the atmosphere of the apartment that is not infrequently felt so boring.

Again Marshel let out a long sigh while standing in front of the counter that was indeed used as the order reception table, with both hands put in the pants pocket, he said, mengbut Marshel created an unusual misterus impression.

"You've come again, Marshel, it's been a week since the last time you came here" said the owner of the tiny cafe in such a friendly manner, Jacob, one of the many fans Jasmine had. "Normally you're just here alone, where's Jasmine?" Jacob again asked in his characteristic friendly tone.

Instead of answering Jacob's question just like that, Marshel whose own mood was not so good just cleared his throat very, very presumably, as if between intention and not intention to answer the question.

"You two are fighting, aren't you? Is this because of the scandal that Jasmine is going through, huh? That's so bad of them." Jacob tries to answer his own questions, while trying to have a small conversation with Marshel who looks to be in a not-so-good mood. "Well, by the way today what do you want to order? A menu that smells or black coffee is super thick as usual?"

Again Marshel answered only with a really makeshift dehaan once, as if the young man was thinking about what kind of menu he wanted to get on this gray day.

"I think it's special today, I want to grab a new menu, I remember it's very, very sweet, not usually but it's okay, my mood is not too good at the moment, either," marshel replied at length, after only answering Jacob's question with ordinary darkness that actually seemed very, very annoying.

"Not to be too discussed, Jacob, I'm not too interested in discussing it." Marshel replied while issuing a piece of money with a hundred dollars value that was immediately rejected by the interlocutor.

"This time I drink the treat, Marshel, you take it easy, this is still a test drink." Jacob put on a thin smile, which Marshel responded by raising his eyebrows as high as possible.

"Whatever."

"It's cold, I'm so scared" teased Jacob again as he looked at the back of Marshel who chose to sit in the corner of the tiny cafe.

Meanwhile, at this time the bodyguard who was sitting alone in the tiny cafe chair was seen being stuck as if he was thinking about something. I don't know what it is, but it certainly won't be too far from Marshel's thinking about the woman who became his idol.

In fact, deep inside the young man, there was an unusual feeling of guilt in his heart, where somehow Marshel felt a little guilty for asking the young lady to give up on her own feelings.True, what exactly is Marshel's right in that matter?

But Marshel still chose a steep and sharp path and there is almost no akhhihrnya h anya for the sake of achieving one thing, namely Jasmine who gave up on the feelings that the woman stored for herself.

Marshel then pulled out his own phone, staring at the phone wallapaper which showed a photo of Jasmine who was sound asleep while leaning on her broad shoulders, looking innocent but also adorable half-dead, making Marshel not infrequently feel anxious when looking at the photo until the man who has a tall and stocky body and brown hair and green eyes decided to make the photo as a wallpaper of his phone by oneself.

The plain Jasmine, the beautiful Jasmine, the sleepy looking Jasmine, the exhausted looking Jasmine, mature, childish, adorable, and of course it looks sweet as if it always managed to melt and tease the heart of Marshel, but at the moment almost together makes Marshel feel unworthy to fall in love with the anita.

For the umpteenth time, Marshel let out a long, heavy sigh it felt for the young man to have this feeling, but what would it say? Marshel has already stored these feelings, and without realizing it by the two people of the opposite sex , the love and liking in Marshel's heart grew stronger and taller by the day.

For Marshel, no matter if Jasmine reciprocates his feelings or not, but still for Marshel it feels very, very unprofessional if he falls in love with the young lady aka Jasmine, who is not a child, which is his own boss.