Arielle closed her eyes while they were on their way home. Her eyes were closed but she was not sleeping, just pretending to sleep. She was worried that Gun would ask her again why she did not wake up early that morning.Throughout the day, Gun asked her about that matter four times and she successfully avoided answering it four times. She didn't know why it was a big deal for him to answer his question when he didn't remember anything that night or if he was just teasing her. Maybe he was enjoying seeing her uncomfortable when he mentioned that question because she would remember what happened in the morning.Her pretense of sleeping did not last long when she felt a strong impact on the back of her car. If she had not been wearing a seatbelt, her face would have surely hit the car's dashboard."Someone deliberately hit the back of your car. Fasten your seatbelt. We are going to race," Gun replied before pressing the gas pedal firmly.She closed her eyes tightly and gripped the side
Arielle is struggling to hold back her tears as she sees her friend applying medication to Gun's wound on his arm. She blames herself for why he got injured. Gun is lucky that he was able to dodge the knife held by the man who attacked them, but what if he hadn't? The wound is surely deep and he could even die."Come back in three days to have your wound cleaned again," instructs Kim, her doctor friend who is treating Gun's injury. "Remember, don't wet the wound for now, okay?" she reminds him."Do I still need to bandage my wound? It's not that big," Gun asks in a complaining tone."It's needed so bacteria don't enter your wound," Kim quickly replied. After treating and bandaging Gun's wound, her friend approached her and pulled her to a corner, where Gun couldn't hear their voices. "His wound is still far from his intestines, Arielle. He won't die from just that kind of wound."Kim probably noticed the excessive worry on her face as she watched her treat Gun that's why she said thos
"I was scared of your bodyguard, girl. I thought he was going to beat me up earlier. He was staring too intensely. It's like he wanted to swallow me whole," Bret said exaggeratedly as they got into his car. She rode in his friend's car because she had left her car so that Gun could have a ride home."Don't worry. Gun probably won't punch someone without a reason," she replied to her friend while looking out the window."What's your plan, Arielle? Why did you send him home? He was right about what he said earlier. If it wasn't one group trying to kill you, maybe another group was waiting for you outside the hospital earlier. Your bodyguard is just worried about you."Arielle let out a deep sigh. "I'm going to fire him from being my bodyguard, Bret.""What? Are you crazy? Do you want to die early?" Bret commented with wide eyes when he heard what she said. When she didn't respond, Bret just sighed before speaking to her again. "C'mon, Arielle. If you have a problem, tell me. I'm here no
Gun had almost finished a bottle of expensive liquor that had been stored in his cellar for a long time. He had planned to open that imported liquor on the day when he and Arielle became a couple. But now that it was unlikely to happen, he decided to open it to drown his disappointment in the alcohol they were supposed to celebrate with."That's enough, Gun. Don't think about that woman anymore. She's ungrateful, so she doesn't deserve your attention. After you risked your life to protect her, she just fired you as her bodyguard. Is she crazy? Does she want to die?" his cousin Jacob couldn't help but blurt out. He was drinking alcohol with him at his house, but he wasn't like him, who had already consumed a lot of alcohol.Even though he is no longer Arielle's bodyguard, he still can't help but worry about her safety. Even if she doesn't pay him, he doesn't care as long as he can ensure her safety.He doesn't understand why she suddenly replaced him as her bodyguard when he had shown
When Claire entered Tyron's small condo that he rented, she immediately smelled the scent of alcohol in the air. The living room was strewn with empty beer bottles and the wrappers of junk food that he had used as snacks scattered everywhere. The throw pillows were in disarray, and some were on the floor. In short, the living room was totally messed up.Claire's head heated up when she saw the mess inside Tyron's condo, but it heated up even more when she saw him lying on the floor in a disheveled state. His mustache was long, clearly uncut for several days. Annoyed, she approached Tyron and shook his shoulder strongly. "Tyron, wake up! What are you doing to yourself?" she asked the man angrily.Tyron only groaned and angrily removed the hand that was holding his shoulder, but he did not open his eyes, which only further irritated Claire. If she didn't love him, she would have just let him do whatever he wanted with his life.A few days had passed since she last visited his condo bec
"Are you crazy, Arielle? Why did you fire Gun as your bodyguard?"Like Bret's reaction, this was also Kim's reaction when she found out what she had done. They are now inside a bar because she invited her friend to go out with her. Kim was off duty the next day, so she accepted her invitation."But I don't want him to risk his life for me again, Kim," she replied in a tone that didn't know what to do. She misses Gun so much, but she doesn't want to contact him because if she sees him or hears his voice, she might take back her decision and reinstate Gun as her bodyguard."Are those new bodyguards of yours reliable?" Kim raised an eyebrow as she glanced at the three police officers who were her new bodyguards. The three were seated at another table, drinking beer while chatting happily."I don't know," she answered, even though she knew the answer. She also glanced at her three bodyguards. They were drinking beer and enjoying themselves as if they had no one to guard. What if she was
Arielle and her friend's eyebrows rose simultaneously when they heard what the man who approached and spoke to them said. The man was handsome, to be honest, but his behavior and manner of speaking clearly showed he was a playboy. And it seemed he had his eyes set on her friend.She looked around for where he came from, but she didn't see any empty tables, so where was the table he claimed he was sitting at alone? She saw a man sitting at a table, but his head was bowed and he seemed to be reaching for something under the table, so she couldn't see his face.She just shrugged and thought maybe the man had left the table and someone else had sat there by the time he returned so he had nowhere to sit. She also didn't pay much attention to the man she saw reaching under the table. She turned her gaze back to the man in front of them. He seemed interested in Kim, as his eyes were focused more on her friend."It seems you didn't find a woman to fool in this bar, so you approached us, Mr. P
Arielle was shocked to learn from the police that the person who was trying to kill her was not Tyron and Claire, but Mr. Rivero, the former shareholders of her company. From the three hired killers who tried to kill her inside the bar, the police found that it was Mr. Rivero who was behind the attempt on her life. She knew he was not a good person, but she did not expect him to be able to have her killed because of his intense hatred for her.She felt a great disappointment because it was not the two people she expected to be imprisoned, but Mr. Rivero. Although it was not Claire and Tyron who were behind the two attempts on her life, she was certain that the latter was the one who entered her house and tried to kill her."So what's your plan now?" Bret asked her as they both sat on the edge of the swimming pool. She told her friend what happened at the bar. Her friend apologized to her because the bodyguards he hired for her were not reliable. When he learned what happened, he immed