9 - Bodyguard

"As my bodyguard, I'd like to clarify something with you."

"Shoot!" she uttered as the elevator open for them.

Hudson paused for a moment, taken aback by her response. "Are you certain you'd be able to handle this job? You're frail and—" he cast a brief glance at her, "a woman. "

She couldn't help laughing. She didn't respond, but quickly moved her fist to Hudson's face, which he also avoided as if he expected her to hit him. But she wasn't finished yet, and because they were the only two in the elevator and there was plenty of space, she immediately hooked her hand on his and her other hands hit the man's face. As before, the young doctor was able to make ends meet with only one hand.

She was attacking him while the elevator is going to 47th floor, while Hudson did nothing but dodge his punch. Hudson used one hand while she used her hand and elbow. She believes she was vastly underappreciated! She moved faster and faster until her fist shattered the glass wall.

She quickly turned around behind Hudson and nudge his neck with her elbow, but he resisted once more. Hudson was caught off guard when one of her knees caught him and struck the man's thigh. She grinned as it bent to its knees. She attacked again, intending to give it a strong kick in the face, but Hudson unexpectedly pulled her foot away.

She fell and was only saved by the floor. It spilled out even after her sunglasses were removed. Hudson grins as if to show her defeat, but she quickly clasps a leg around its neck and turns to ride it on his neck using an unusual technique.

Hudson was lying down on the floor, but she didn't seem to mind. As she rode him in front, she smiled at the feeling of victory. She was unaware of how awkward their situation was.

"Now tell me, Doc Hayes, I'm still just 'a woman?’" she snarled.

But she wasn't expecting the sudden movement of their bodies, and she had no idea how Hudson managed it because she was certain she was tightly gripping Hudson's neck. She exclaimed when she realized the two of them were in a bad position.

She was now trapped on both sides because she was under him and the young doctor was on top of her. Their hands clasped, and the weight of him was one of the factors that brought her to a halt. Bullshit! It increased the pressure on her, preventing her from moving.

It gave her a soul-stirring gaze, "Tell you what, Ms. Trunt? I win." There is no emotion.

They were on the 27th floor when the elevator doors opened exactly on time. She had probably taken the elevator for the longest time in her life. As if nothing had happened, the man stood up, picked up his attaché case, and walked out first.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment to cool down before picking up the broken sunglasses. It was only then that she realized one of her hands was covered in wounds and was bleeding profusely. She quickly went out and followed the Doctor before her memory betrayed her.

She is grateful, and she no longer cares about him. She is filled with hatred and disgust, and one day she will retaliate in a way that will cause him even more pain. She promised his parents that she would protect him, and she will do so for the time being.

All she has to do now is figure out who wants to kill Hudson as soon as possible so she can break free from the man's grip. When she sees his emotionless eyes, it's as if she's dragged back in time, and it hurts her heart even more.

She sat on the couch, bored. She was also unconcerned about the bleeding hand. She has been numb for a long time, but she still hurts when she recalls the past, which she has long forgotten. That wouldn't be a problem, she said with a shake of her head. The agony she felt was the reason she became like this, brave, and able to stand in front of Hudson as if nothing had happened. She became friends with the pain that had always enslaved her over time.

Hudson stood up and approached her, dark-faced, quickly taking her hand. She raised an eyebrow. It was only then that she noticed he was carrying a medicine kit.

She quickly withdrew her hand, "Thanks, but no thanks."

"I'm the doctor here."

"Doctor Hayes, this is my life. I don't care if you're the local doctor; I know how to look after myself. See? There were no wounds on my body that never healed during my assignment. Doctor Hayes, pain keeps me alive," she said solemnly as she stood up. She dashed down the hall to the restroom to clean the wound herself.


Hudson's eye met Kianna's for a split second, and he frowned. How did it find the hallway leading to his office's restroom? He has a large private office with a house-like interior design. If he does not need to go home, there is a room across the door, a small kitchen with a coffeemaker on the right side, and a restroom next door.

He had a gut feeling, but he remained silent. When he saw it earlier in the mansion, his heart almost skipped a beat. The woman resembles Abhaya. Everything, from the posture to the expression, is perfect. Only one does not, and that is proficiency in martial arts, particularly Judo. He was only surprised by the part where it made him kneel. He, Azael, and Cuhen have sparred before, but he win, and the opponent never gets him to his knees, so he knows the woman is good.

Ironically, he agreed right away because it looked like the woman he had been looking for through the computer and his AI robot up until now, so yes was his answer. He had the impression that if it wasn't the woman he was looking for, it was her sister or twin. He will investigate Kianna Trunt's background. The woman approached him mysteriously, and he noticed a dull in her eye that indicated hidden hatred and anger. He must determine whether the two women, Abhaya and Kianna, are the same.

When Kianna walked in, he was already at his table, reading documents. It has long dark brown hair that is pony tailed. Her expression has changed to one of ferocity. He looked at the woman, and what he saw was a woman named Abhaya who had long since left and vanished like a bubble.

"Abhaya..." he said nonchalantly. He didn't see any emotion or even the expected shock in the girl's eyes. It just kept the aura calm until it sat down on the couch again.

"Your woman?" She said it without hesitation and cast a quick glance at her already-wrapped hand in bondage.

He didn't respond. He returned his gaze to what he was doing, but he was even more uneasy in his seat due to the many questions that raced through his confused mind.



ABHAYA was bored sitting on the single couch and wanted to leave, but she held back herself when Jackylyn came in after it knocked. Jackylyn rolled her eyes as she confidently walked towards Hudson. Her friend is making use of her charm once more.

"Dr. Hayes, Mrs. Hayes has sent me here as your new secretary. I apologize for being two hours late; I was involved in an accident on the way."

Abhaya laughed inwardly at what her friend said. What exactly is that alibi? She wished to thrash her. Who would a reasonable employee expect to arrive late in the morning?

Hudson, on the other hand, remained silent. It also didn't look up to see who had come in. He simply pointed to the front seat, and Jacky walked straight there and sat. Abhaya cast a glance at the man, who appeared to be preoccupied with his work. Is Hudson unaware of how lovely his secretary will be?

Perhaps she should remind her friend that Hudson was a demon in human form whose strong charisma caused hundreds of women to cry and shed tears. Jackylyn may fall for Hudson.

Hudson's expression was stoic as he faced his laptop. It didn't notice she was staring at him now, trying to read the young doctor's mind, but she couldn't get into it like she couldn't before. It was as if Hudson was reading something important and simply tapping his finger on the laptop. She decided to close her eyes for a moment and rest. She's been stressed out all day, ever since she ran into Hudson again. It was extremely stressful. She really wanted to go home and rest, but she had already agreed to this assignment, and she needed to do it well.

She will admit that Hudson's movements are very agile and he cannot be knocked down easily, but she still wonders why Hudson hires a bodyguard if he is so much better than her. She didn't realize Hudson had hidden skills and talents in the cyber world when she was madly in love with him. That, if anything, is no longer surprising. With an IQ of 170, it's no surprise that he always comes out on top.

But when she closed her eyes, she had no idea she had fallen asleep because she was so bored. She wasn't used to sitting all the time, so she didn't know how many hours or minutes she slept on the couch, and she was tired of the two of them sparring. And their past came back to haunt her.

She has no idea how she dragged herself home after the most humiliating experience she has ever had with Doc Hayes. Is there anything wrong with her being a virgin? Shit! It should be thankful, but why does it appear that the bomb blew him up?

A few weeks passed. Fortunately, she never saw him again, and she vowed never to go to any of the bars again after that. It's terrifying to be as beautiful as she is. She stopped flirting with any man on the phone because her mind was too preoccupied. The bar encounter replayed in her mind, probably because no matter how hard she tried to forget the man named Hudson, she remembered the entire incident even more vividly.

She dashed downstairs to the elevator after it had passed 10 p.m. She was ravenous and ready to devour people, despite the fact that she had been exhausted all day. She worked extra hours due to the volume of her reports, and Freia was absent because if she had just been here, it would have helped her until the end.v

She re-entered the private elevator in a hurry, wanting to get home. Inside, she was alone, and she blinked briefly while leaning against the glass wall. She didn't bother looking who walked in as long as she closed her eyes and hoped it was her bed room when she got out. She felt as if someone was staring at her, so she opened her eyes and saw the face of the man who was torturing her good sleep every night.