I Love You, My Bodyguard
Chapter 3

After being satisfied soaking like there was no tomorrow, Jasmine then got dressed again and came out of her room, looking at Marshel who was standing right on the left side of the room door with a sturdy body as if he was ready to work.

"Marshel, I don't have any agenda, do you, this morning?" Jasmine asked as she wiped away the invisible dust that was around her narrow shoulder.

In silence, Marshel just shook his head, as if telling me that there was no schedule in the morning, as if, so that Jasmine can relax for a moment while resting in the middle of her fatigue as an artist with a sizable name in America.

"It's good that if it's not there, I want to relax for a while over breakfast and watch some silly television shows." Jasmine then sauntered into the kitchen, taking a bowl of greek yogurt and the topping that had been provided by Anna, the young maid. "Thank you for preparing greek yogurt for my breakfast, Anna."

"It's my duty, young lady." Anna said as she bent her body slightly, paying a small tribute to the young lady who had the same kind of patience as tissue.

Jasmine simply cleared her throat casually responding to it, then step foot on the extra-luxury parakeet wood that coats almost all parts of the griya butang class apartment he headed to a black sofa that looks so elegant and soft, then sit there as quietly as possible.

"Ah, comfortable." 

Jasmine then turned on the television and watched the silly show there while eating her breakfast in silence, enjoying her leisure time that felt so little, that it felt so much worth to pass up. 

When Jasmine was busy enjoying her leisure time while eating breakfast, Marshel who had been by the young lady's side suddenly moved to the other side of the apartment, because the man's phone rang without permission. Phone calls, of course.

"What's? Press conference?" Marshel asked while staring out the window. "Why so suddenly?" The man asked again, confirming what kind of answer he got from the press, which he then had to pass on to Jasmine.

Marshel sounded silent for a moment, waiting for an explanation that would be given by his interlocutor at that time, before finally agreeing to it and would immediately convey the matter of the press conference to Jasmine at that moment, too, right after turning off the phone call.

That one man took a long breath. "Young lady, sorry to interrupt your leisure time at this point, but the reporter from the local television is about to hold a press conference over the ongoing internal conflict."

"What?" Jasmine immediately put down her bowl of greek yogurt, then turned her head, looking at the bodyguard with a dislike look. "That's right, Marshel! In the morning like this? All of a sudden, anyway?" Jasmine asked in a slightly raised tone.

Inevitably, of course Marshel had to answer the question. "Yes, the press seems to be finding some new findings about the ongoing conflict, so it looks like they should call and invite you to the press conference."

"Pers shit_an," Jasmine growled her jaw, before deciding to go to the room to change her clothes. "Call Simon to take me to the television station, quick! I want to finish this quickly so I can enjoy my little meal time again!" jasmine's orders before closing the room door.

Marshel calls Simon to pick them up, then asked Anna to prepare some things that would be needed by Jasmine when a beautiful woman who has hair that has almost white yellow that looks to have a tiny face is going to do a conference the press in front of dozens of journalists who so annoying it.

"Young lady, Simon is on his way and all the things you need are me and Anna ready for you." Marshel said with a face and a flat tone as he handed a Gucci-branded bag to the hand of Jasmine who had just walked out of the room.

Jasmine only responded to those words with a small snort, her annoyance would naturally not diminish just because Marshel took the initiative to prepare her things back then.

The woman is seen wearing a plain white shirt that is very large, combined with high-waist pants that make Jasmine look very slim and tall. His face was only daubed in simple make-up, so that the sentiment of the general public towards him did not get worse when he saw Jasmine wearing super menor make-up.

Yes, it is possible that they will create new news where Jasmine applies like an**_****** cheaply in it just because of the thick make-up used by the artist at the time.

"I'm ready." Jasmine sighed, holding back the annoyance that seemed like it was going to explode in a moment due to the problems that were going on and the press party who was like a large group of brainless creatures was also heartless, at least according to Jasmine, because it always interrupts the woman's leisure time on that one.

Marshel again just nodded his head slowly, the man's face still looks flat as if there is no feeling or something he is thinking. "Well young lady, Simon is also waiting for you in the apartment lobby with your car that does not forget to be heated by him."

"Remind me not to be consumed with emotion by the words or questions of those very, very annoying pressmen." Jasmine again said as she walked out the door of her own apartment, followed by Marshel who walked by her side like a dog who was very loyal to her master.

Marshel nodded back. "Okay, young lady."

When the two men of the opposite sex had reached the ground floor of the apartment where Jasmine lived, Simon who was playing mobile phone immediately raised his head to look at the elevator, rise up and put on a small smile just to look friendly to the upset young lady.

"It's not usually that you've traveled this early outside of your daily agenda." Simon said, trying to dilute the atmosphere that felt very stressful and annoying.

Seeing the micro-change in Jasmine's facial expression that was not wanting to mince words at all to anyone, Marshel immediately glanced at Simon, looking at him, giving a small gesture through the eyes and body movements to stop the man who is old enough to just talk unnecessarily.

Fortunately, Simon managed to catch the gesture, understanding that the person he was addressing was not wanting to mince words.