Chapter 9.2: The Bodyguard

I woke up with a rumbling feeling in my stomach. I didn’t want to get up just yet because I still wanted to lie down, but my hunger was getting unbearable.

I rubbed my eyes before slowly opening them. As I looked outside, I noticed that it was already dark.

I yawned and sat up, glancing at the small clock resting on the bedside table. My drowsiness disappeared instantly as I realized it was already eight in the evening.

“No wonder I’m so hungry,” I said to myself.

I stood up and went to the bathroom to freshen up. Afterward, I quickly tidied myself up before heading out. However, I nearly jumped in surprise when I noticed a man standing beside the door, keeping watch.

He was wearing a white long-sleeve shirt and a black coat. He also had black slacks and black shoes. There was a gun holstered on his waist, and his hands were clasped behind his back.

“Good evening, Madame!” he greeted cheerfully, displaying deep dimples as he smiled.

I was used to seeing guards scattered around inside a