Zacharias sat at the dining table, watching his nephew hold Shirley’s hand. Immediately, he cleared his throat and said, “Tony, come over and have your breakfast.”
At his words, Tony quickly released Shirley’s hand and refrained from making any advances. After all, she was going to be his uncle’s future wife.
“Hurry and come over, Tony. It’s a bodyguard’s duty to stand guard.” Jesslyn felt discontent too. Why is Tony being so friendly with a bodyguard?
Tony obediently joined them for breakfast, and Jesslyn continued to plead with Zacharias, “Please, Zacharias. Just let me stay here for three days. I promise to behave.”
“No.” Zacharias was holding his coffee, but his gaze remained fixed on the straight figure at the door.
“How about just one day, then? Let me stay here for the night.”
“Leave by 3.00 PM at the latest,” he replied calmly.
Frustrated, she bit her lip. Suddenly, she realized that even though Zacharias was talking to her, his gaze was fixated in one direction. She followed his gaze and saw Shirley’s slender figure.
At once, a tinge of jealousy flared in her eyes. I’ve underestimated the bodyguard’s place in Zacharias’ heart.
After breakfast, Zacharias instructed the servant clearing the table, “Prepare another. breakfast.”
“Sure, Mr. Flintstone,” the servant acknowledged, well aware of who it was for.
“Accompany Jesslyn and escort her home in the afternoon, Zacharias told Tony. After that, he dialed a number to summon his convoy, as he needed to spend the day at the office.
Seeing that he was about to leave, Shirley stepped forward and picked up his overcoat for him. Instead of accepting it, he instructed her, “Help me put it on.”
She readily assisted him in putting on the overcoat. He then adjusted his tie, remarking. “My tie isn’t properly done. Help me fix it.”
Shirley, experienced in helping her father with his tie, skillfully loosened and re-tied it. Meanwhile, Jesslyn couldn’t hear their conversation from the dining table. When she saw Shirley helping Zacharias get dressed and fix his tie, she grew furious as she perceived their interactions as flirtatious.
Watching this scene from the side, Tony acted amused, for he knew of Jesslyn’s interest in his uncle.
As Zacharias’ car arrived, Shirley opened the door for him. After he got in and before driving away, he cast a final glance in her direction.
She received his gaze with composure, her face displaying tranquility. Inside, however, her heart was far from calm. She wasn’t naive; she knew that the look of someone in love couldn’t be hidden, especially when she was the one who was being loved.
Zacharias harbored affection for her, but she couldn’t reciprocate his feelings because she had recently ended a brief romantic relationship with Cole. Even though it had only extended as far as holding hands, she couldn’t simply transfer her emotions to another man so quickly.
For now, she was wholeheartedly dedicated to making her three-month internship a success. As for Zacharias’ attraction to her, she would offer no response.
The moment Shirley returned to the living room, a shrill female voice suddenly sounded. “How dare you openly seduce the vice president? You’ve got some nerve.”
Shirley raised her head and frowned as she watched Jesslyn rush toward her. “Miss Kurt, please don’t make baseless accusations.”
“Did I say something wrong? I saw you seducing him with my own eyes. If you dare do it again, I’ll expose this matter, and you will lose your job as a bodyguard,” Jesslyn huffed.
At this moment, Tony, who was present throughout, stared at them with widened eyes. He knew Shirley’s place in Zacharias’ heart well, so he tried to intervene. “Drop it, Jesslyn. She was just doing her job.”
“Don’t try to persuade me, Tony. You live here; don’t you know what she’s up to? A mere bodyguard like you dares to seduce Zacharias?” Jesslyn mocked.
Tony glanced at Shirley, then turned his gaze back to Jesslyn, letting out a sigh. “Jesslyn, you don’t know the whole story, so don’t blame her.” It’s Uncle Zacharias who has developed feelings for her. What does it have to do with my goddess? She hasn’t done anything.
