I Love You, My Bodyguard
Chapter 4

The trip to one of the television stations where the press conference was to be conducted was somehow short of half dead in Jasmine's eyes, who may be so upset that they do not realize that their journey is actually quite long.

"Young lady, we're here." Marshel said as he opened the door to the left of the Range Roover car, without putting a smile on the slightest item to Jasmine who looked a little dreamy.

Brightly, the actual greeting was not so sudden it made Jasmine a little surprised, where the woman who was one was slightly jolted at the call of Marshel. "A-ah, yeah, sorry I was a little daydreaming earlier." 

Jasmine immediately welcomed Marshel's hand, then took the bodyguard's large and warm hand into his own hands, so that the beautiful woman could get out of her own car safely.

After getting out of the car, Jasmine sighed when she saw a large crowd of people, whether it was from the press or the reporters, or the fans, or maybe a mix with the haters of the artist. "Marshel, please protect me well here."

Marshel just nodded his head, then tried to open the way while protecting the young lady whose mood was not too good. 

"Basic woman of the night! It could disturb other people's households!!" Someone sounded loudly.

"Your woman's itchy, huh, so ask to be scratched by a married man?!" 

And of course continued by others, who followed by saying such ridiculous and disgusting things.

"Have his ex a lot! He just itched half to death!" 

The cries of contempt and mockery seemed to be the music that accompanied every step of Jasmine at that time. Of course it was annoying, half dead anyway, but what could Jasmine do? If the woman dares to fight a little, then the sentiment of the public will clearly become worse.

The last choice was that Jasmine could only care for her ears, reluctant to hear let alone listen to the insults and insults thrown at her. After all, to Jasmine, those who insulted her were nothing more than a dog thirsting for the validity of its master.

Cruel? Jasmine did not care.

"Not mind them, Brother Jasmine! Big brother is cool!"

Jasmine was stunned for a moment when she heard such a word between the curse and the curse given to her. I don't know, this isn't the first time Jasmine has received such a sweet compliment, it was just that this was precisely the first time for Jasmine to get such a compliment that it tasted so sweet as candy in the midst of a super bitter pill.

Jasmine then decided to sit on a thin, foamed iron chair, which actually felt very, very uncomfortable, then snorted softly, thinking that the press who invited him was deliberately giving him an uncomfortable chair.

Quickly, after all the preparations were done, the press conference that morning began, of course a reporter who seemed to be quite senior started and led the silly questions that would start to be thrown at Jasmine at that moment.

"So, ladies, we all know that you and Amon have nothing to do with you other than co-workers, then can you please explain to us why you and Amon are involved in this kind of scandal?"

Jasmine again snorted slightly after hearing the pleasantry question throughout. Since the ridiculous scandal occurred, this is actually the one that somehow for women who have a caucasian face itself received such ridiculous questions from the press in the eyes of the woman, no more than a group of people who feel obliged to make news on someone regardless of whether the news is true or not.

"This is actually the umpteenth time for me to answer this silly question as the opening question, but because I have to, then I will answer it again, again and again." Jasmine cleared her throat softly, staring straight at the senior reporter questioning her.

"Me and Amon at that time were indeed coincidentally in the same place, the Heaven Gate, no need to ask what place, and at that time, it was, I was celebrating the birthday of one of my colleagues, Melody," Jasmine explained at length, putting on a slanted, thin but mocking smile as well as a slight insult. "Because why am I being blamed? Why isn't Amon to blame for not being able to keep a look?"

Some of the reporters sounded a little gasp, and some were also seen jolting at Jasmine's words that felt so reasonable, as well as the question in their silly hearts, making Jasmine feel a little proud because her mouth was including a sharp mouth and did not know forgiveness at all almost to anyone.

"But there are so many people who see you kissing Amon, besides you also look spoiled and make out with the actor who is in a state of severe drunkenness!"

Jasmine raised her eyebrows next to her, how annoying it was, how could they accuse her of being so drunk and tease Amon, even though the woman had not touched the alcohol in the slightest.

"First of all, yes, I did have a little chat with Amon, it was just about our upcoming shoot." The woman affirmed with her own gaze and speech, making Jasmine look like a woman who was extremely hard to touch. "And secondly, the fact that at that time I did not even drink a little alcohol!"

A reporter who looked quite young immediately raised next to his eyebrows, staring at Jasmine with a cold and mocking look, it was as if he was mocking the woman who had a caucasian face that had eyes that had sea blue color, before clearing her throat, as well as getting ready to beat Jasmine with her question.

The reporter raised his hand. "Well, if so, besides we found that you and Amon were seen making out at the bar on the same night as Miss Melody's birthday, then why do we also find out that you and Amon seem to have so much fun after the filming of the two of you ended?"

Jasmine immediately pinched her forehead, feeling a little incomprehensible and understanding why could she be considered to be making out after filming ended? What Jasmine did after filming ended was eat together with Marshel at one of the nearby restaurants because she was hungry and half dead.