I Love You, My Bodyguard
Chapter 7

Jasmine is seen only silently daydreaming along their way back to the artist's residence. I don't know, it seems that there is something that is bothering the woman's mind, especially after their return from the conference, Jasmine looks even more quiet.

Secretly, Marshel who was observing all of that was feeling a little worried about the condition of the young miss, but her bodyguard was clearly unable to do anything about it, besides just being able to stay still and listen to all the complaints possessed by the nonanya.

I don't know, even though Marshel isn't a public figure like Jasmine, it's just that the man seemed to understand how frustrated Jasmine was when this kind of scandal hit the poor woman. As a bodyguard who almost every time knows what is done by Jasmine, Jasmine, this kind of scandal seemed to narrow the woman's wiggle room so inevitably Marshel had to create a double protection against Jasmine.

This scandal also indirectly helped interfere with Marshel's mind, especially when he realized that Jasmine began to experience the name stalked by someone, whether it was fanatical fans of Jasmine, who was a fanatic, or maybe it was the people who hated Jasmine because of the scandal that was going on at this time, or even worse, the press party who started to spy on Jasmine's private life.

In fact, for Marshel, this wasn't his first time knowing that Jasmine was being stalked by someone else. It's just that, oftentimes Marshel chooses to be calm and keep his facial expression and posture just so that Jasmine doesn't know how bad the situation really is.

Starting from the camera on the doll, the pen placed the camera, the, even sometimes to do a hack directly to Jasmine's phone just for the sake of recording what was done by the woman who had a caucasian face in her own home. 

In addition to reconnaissance in such a way, not infrequently there is also reconnaissance in a more extreme way and can hardly be thought of by ordinary people, namely group reconnaissance.

For Marshel, group reconnaissance is much harder to take care of than surveillance with cameras, because other than whether there are how many people in the group, it was also unknown what they would disguise themselves as and how many cameras they would place just to keep an eye on Jasmine's movements at that moment. 

How could Marshel know all this stuff? Thank you for the devotion of at least ten more years at the CIA, where Marshel inevitably learned things that reeked of investigation, which in it is also learned how to spy on someone, whether only a layman, to important people such as celebrities and even political members of a place or even a country.

Marshel could only fall silent, observing the dreamy Jasmine without saying anything at all, waiting for the young lady to say something or finally enjoy the silence in the car that is traveling at medium speed.

When the two men of different sexes arrived at Jasmine's apartment, of course without forgetting at all Marshel immediately opened Jasmine's door, then accompanied the woman down and up and went into her room, and then entered her room, doing what should have been done included asking Simon to go home and relax with the family of the man who was old enough.

"No need to bother, young lady." Marshel picked up the wedges and placed them on a shoe rack, then asked Anna to take a basin of warm water to compress and perhaps massage the artist's legs slightly.

After a basin of water arrived and the cloth was also available, Marshel chose to kneel under Jasmine's feet, then began compressing and gently massaging Jasmine's legs that look slightly flushed due to too long in a fairly high wedges.

While Jasmine, the woman is being seen opening her social media to check if there is any new news for her to see, especially after her return from the press conference this morning.

Sure enough, Jasmine should not have expected that someone in cyberspace would be willing to defend herself, she said, because what happened was that the comments column on his social media account was filled with various blasphemies and abusive sentences that even seemed inappropriate for someone to say to others, but that's what's in the comments column on the woman's social media account.

Jasmine sighed, not infrequently she received a comment stating that she was the usurper of people's husbands, an **_**** cheap, cheap, a loser who needs a scandal just for the sake of raising his prestige and so forth.

Of course Jasmine could deactivate her comment field so that no one could comment in that place, but other than that it would not change anything, the same thing could also be worse for Jasmine, where she will only be considered as someone who cannot accept public negative sentiments, aka can not accept criticism at all, or more simply, paperan.

Though in fact, it is not uncommon for comments that are there to hurt Jasmine, especially when she was accused of being ***_***, other people's male wrestlers and so on. It was painful, but Jasmine could not do much about it.

Marshel who had observed this could only sigh, then put a thin smile on his Caucasian face. "Young lady, what if you don't have to hold your phone first, at least all day, now, because you just attended a press conference and could be a variety of bad news about you making out on social media? What if you read a book?"

Marshel tried to give advice in a way that could be said to be too ordinary, cliche and actually boring half-dead, but somehow the woman who had a caucasian face was willing to accept the advice given by Marshel, where without even bothering to mince words first, Jasmine immediately put down her phone, which she did, lay his head on the back of the sofa and close his own eyes.

"Marshel, you know being a public figure is hard, right?" jasmine whispered in a soft tone, revealing how tired that one woman was at this moment. "But actually I never thought it could be this heavy."