I Love You, My Bodyguard
Chapter 9

The night came almost as fast as lightning. No matter how many cigarettes Marshel had smoked at that time, the man himself did not realize that the night had arrived, and he was busy daydreaming for some time.

"Marshel?" call Jasmine in a soft tone, while also entering the balcony. "What are you doing here? Smoking?"

With a little surprise and hurry, Marshel immediately turned off his cigarette, then crouched down to pick up the cigarette litter scattered on the balcony floor. "I'm sorry, I was just thinking about something, so I didn't realize that my cigarette was littering the balcony floor like this."

Jasmine immediately put on a gentle smile, feeling a little unbearable to simply reprimand Marshel who had already soiled the floor of his balcony. Anyway, of course, the woman who had the face of the caucasian itself was aware that the scandal that was going on was also making Marshel feel dizzy because he inevitably had to work a little harder just to ensure security the artist is well awake. 

"It's okay, I'm not angry at all because you've already soiled the balcony floor. After smoking, you'll sweep and clean up what you've done, so I don't bother with it." Jasmine said as she patted Marshel's shoulder gently, trying to ease the unpleasant feeling that seemed to be plaguing the heart of the bodyguard. "What about my reservoir?"

Hearing the question Jasmine was asking, Marshel immediately flicked his finger. "Your reservation has been made, and eight o'clock is when the VVIP room you ordered is ready. This time …." Marshel checked the clock on his wrist. "Six o'clock in the afternoon, you still have enough time to improve, and the Florida city traffic is usually super dense, and it's about, Simon has outsmarted it in some way so that we can get there in time."

Once again a warm smile just appeared on Jasmine's pretty face. "Thank you, Marshel, you are indeed my bodyguard that I can count on very much," praised the woman in a super soft tone.

Hearing the soft-pitched compliments and seeing the warm smile on Jasmine's face and voice, somehow Marshel was transfixed for a moment, as if enamored by those smiles and compliments, she said, so that Marshel can only be silent staring at his interlocutor without being able to blink at all. Si_al, according to Marshel, the beauty of the artist seems to increase many times over when smiling that sincerely, where there was a strange feeling in the heart of that one man to immediately take Jasmine as his right, so that no one could claim Jasmine as their partner.

"Marshel?" call Jasmine again, feeling a little worried for Marshel who looked silently frozen without saying anything at all after receiving her gentle praise. "Are you okay?"

The pat on Marshel's shoulder seemed to resuscitate a man who looks to have a pretty handsome face that looks to have eyes that have green color from his own daydream. "A-ah yeah? Sorry, I-I just-not, forget it." Marshel hurriedly turned his gaze in the other direction, feeling a little embarrassed because he had been caught staring at the woman who had a caucasian face and was stunned just because of a simple compliment given by Jasmine.

"Ha-ha-ha, are you ashamed that I praise you so? I'm not kidding, I really intend to praise you like that." Jasmine laughed softly, then patted the shoulder of the man in front of her very casually. "There's no need to be embarrassed like that, I'm not angry, you look so adorable because you've been acting shy like that."

"Well, since it's six in the afternoon, and it's even close to half-seven, I'll be getting ready to go on a reservation to the restaurant. You get ready, too, because we're going out to dinner." Jasmine put a faint smile on her face, again making Marshel glued, once again.

After Jasmine exited the balcony, Mashel slapped her left cheek and right cheek, awakening from falling deeper in love with the woman who had the face of caucasian itself. No, no, no, for Marshel, it would be unnatural for a bodyguard like him to fall in love with a celebrity like Jasmine.

Marshel could only let out a long sigh, then took out a broom and swept away the cigarette ash that was scattered on the balcony floor, then sprayed the perfume on his body, then get ready to accompany Jasmine to a meal at her favorite hotpot restaurant.

During the trip, the two people of different sexes can only be silent to each other, Jasmine who is busy playing mobile phones, and Marshel who is busy with his own thoughts. That one man could only stare out the window, reluctantly looking at Jasmine who looked so beautiful on this night, embarrassed, more precisely, because he realized that he began to have more feelings with the young lady who became his place of service.

Ah, shit_an, Marshel felt like he wanted to do something, either kiss Jasmine's sweet lips, or something, but still, Marshel wouldn't be that brave to do that, given how far the social level that occurs between the two people of the different sexes. This time, Marshel himself felt that his feelings for Jasmine were forbidden feelings, which were blocked by an invisible wall named a social stratum that sucks half to death, at least for that one man.

"Is there anything that's bothering you, Marshel?" Jasmine suddenly just let out such a question, making Marshel feel a little surprised as a result of the question.

'Si_al, why suddenly ask?' Marshel. "Well I'm okay, young lady, I might be thinking a little bit about some of the things that are going on, that's all." Marshel put on a smile that really felt forced. "It's not a big deal, it's."

"You sure?" Jasmine turned her gaze towards the man she was speaking to, directly looking straight at the green eyes that had such a beautiful twinkle of Marshel. "I'm a little worried about you, you know."

Marshel hurriedly shook his head, putting on a flat expression to minimize the outflow of emotions that were not necessary for the man who had a tall and stocky body and brown hair.