I Love You, My Bodyguard
Chapter 29

"We're talking about this after I get home, you, don't have to go to the meeting this time!" 

It was Jasmine's last words before the woman who had a caucasian face left Marshel who was still standing alone in front of the elevator in the apartment lobby. I don't know why the slap Jasmine had given her felt really painful, even though the slap of her old boss was much harder than the slap given by Jasmine at that time. But it feels completely different. 

The man, who had a tall and stocky body and brown hair and green eyes, let out a long sigh, before rubbing his cheek which had received a slap from Jasmine. Marshel's knees felt powerlessly squeezed, as if his physical strength had all along evaporated and disappeared just like that.

"It hurts .. but why?" Marshel muttered to himself, while standing in the elevator that would take him to the top floor, the floor that only had one room type griya waspang, he said, it definitely belonged to the young lady aka Jasmine. 

After Marshel reached the top floor of the apartment building and entered it, Marshel's legs that had been squeezed like a bunch of gelatin without support then fell just like that, kneel on the floor of that super big room. Unknowingly, Marshel who had already first drowned in her own guilt then began to shed her tears, somehow feeling very guilty for having been the main cause of the woman she loved crying.

"I'm sorry .. that's not what I meant .. but ukh-" The whole weakness of Marshel at that time somehow just popped up at this point, making that one man look like someone who has lost everything, like someone who has been completely destroyed just like that.

Marshel's head was bowed so deeply, in such a guilty position, and brightly lit up constantly and continuously shedding his own tears. "I'm sorry, young lady Jasmine .. I am indeed a very, very disobedient dog to her master." 

The man then cried in silence, lamenting his own guilt for granted.

Meanwhile, Jasmine who had just boarded a taxi that coincidentally parked around her apartment building then supported her chin, staring out the window with a gaze that absolutely could not be interpreted at all by anyone, as if Jasmine was thinking of something at that moment. 

"Have I gone too far?" Jasmine wondered to herself. I don't know, the woman also felt a speck of worry as well as guilt over Marshel. Well, looking at the expression that the bodyguard had shown, Jasmine felt that Marshel had learned something about what had happened between the two men of the opposite sex. 

But unfortunately it does not mean that Jasmine will stop the whole plan, or maybe just change it a little. Not even a little bit, Jasmine would still do as what the woman who had the caucasian face had thought.

The woman herself also actually does not know or understand since when she began to have more feelings with the bodyguard, he said, and what makes the woman like or even fall in love with Marshel whose face is flat and cold, and his nature is generally indifferent and cold.

Indeed, the attention that Marshel had shown to him was more attention, and according to Jasmine, somehow the attention also felt sincere and warm, make Jasmine not infrequently feel impressed over the man.

For women who have a caucasian face that has a slim body and hair that has a nearly white yellow color that looks slick, only Marshel knew very well what the young lady loved and hated, what could make Jasmine's mood deteriorate and improve, and what to do when Jasmine feels sad, tired or drunk.

Maybe from there Jasmine's love slowly grew and grew, from the way Marshel who noticed her so sincerely, and so forth. Butwhy? Why would Marshel have to reject him so politely? Why must I prostrate so that Jasmine gives up on her feelings for Marshel? 

Why doesn't Marshel push it down so harshly like most guys out there? Actually Jasmine was crying not because Marshel asked her to give up on her feelings for the bodyguard, but rather towards the courtesy and manners that Marshel had shown towards her.

Well, like what has been said by the man who has a tall and stocky body and brown hair and green eyes to him, he said, indeed Marshel took care of Jasmine in such a manner since the man was in charge of Jasmine's safety matters for twenty-four hours per seven days, but what harm did Jasmine put in a feeling just because of that?

Actually, again, Jasmine herself was well aware that that one man was also secretly putting different feelings towards Jasmine, which is shown by how sincere and gentle Marshel was when the man fulfilled all his obligations, but why did the man refuse to realize that Marshel had actually put the same feelings with him?

Is it because of what Marshel said all along? Because of social strata? But somehow for Jasmine it sounds very unreasonable, if it is only because of social strata, then why so many couples who even social strata far away? Like for example a public figure like Jasmine with her fans who were just people who didn't even work at all?

Yes, indeed most of such love stories sound like ludicrous gimmicks made by public figures, but that does not mean impossible, does it? Does Marshel actually have any other spouses or adoring women out there? If it is like that, then why should Marshel be as careful as he is? It doesn't make sense.

Jasmine let out a long sigh, for some reason her head started to feel dizzy from thinking too much about such a thing, making the woman finally choose to close her eyes, leaving her eyes closed, so that his thoughts regarding Marshel and his own feelings for the man do not arise