Sexy Bodyguard Jack
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after that super exhausting intimacy, I fell asleep in Bang Jack's room. Be with him. I curled up like a kitten in his warm embrace and was covered in a thick blanket. I feel like I don't want to wake up. I want to continue enjoying this wonderful time. But, for what? This moment is only temporary, and -- pseudo. I cannot allow myself to be lulled down and not use this opportunity to manipulate things. Finally, lazily, I forced myself to leave that comfort.

Now, wearing my white dress, I walked out of Bang Jack's room and into my room. From inside my dresser drawer, I took out three sleeping pills that Bang Jack had just bought at my request, and I directly downed them, then I took out a piece of paper and also my phone to write a message.

I'm sorry if I had to take the wrong step. But for sure, I love you very much. Don't make me a weakness. Thank you for being the best man of my life after my father. Your presence makes me feel like I'm not the only girl in the world. I never regretted anything: whatever happened between us. Because you have a special place in my heart.

"I have to make sure Bang Jack reads this letter. Now message you, James."

》Thank you for everything. If only after this there was life again, I wish I could see you truly happy --but not with falsehood. And hopefully after this you can love someone with heart and sincerity, not to play with his heart. Again, thanks for everything. Forgive me if I have ever hurt your heart, and forgive me for not being a good friend to you. Good bye, James.

Whatsapp messages were sent, and I deleted them and deactivated my phone and put my phone on top of the letter to Bang Jack. I put both of those things on the edge of my bed.

I have to be brave. I have to take this step.

With confidence, I lifted a vase of flowers on my dressing table and threw it in the mirror before me.

Prangs!

The glass broke and fell scattered.

"Rose?" bang Jack's voice sounded faintly from his room. "What's that sound? Where are you?"

Now, Emilia. Nowow. Do now.

I took a fairly large piece of glass off the floor and grasped it tightly with my right hand. And, with my left hand tightly clenched, spread out the broken glass to scratch the wound on my wrist.

Sreth!

Blood spurted from my injured wrist and fell splattered across the floor. Bemoan. But I knew I wouldn't die. I'm just going to be drowning and unconscious from the effects of sleeping pills.

I walked over to the bed and fell on the edge of the bed, lying on the white bed with both hands outstretched beside my body. The wound was clearly facing upwards. Jack saw it. My bedroom door is open.

"Rose...!" his yell.

Instantly the man panicked to see me drooping weakly with a wound on the wrist, and, blood soiled the sheets that wrapped my bedding as well as the white dress I wore.

"Hey, Honey... Honey, what's going on? Why are you doing this?"

Oh my, stupid. Take me to the hospital, brother. Skip those bodyguards and let them see me get hurt. But I just kept quiet. Where might I say that. A person who is willing to commit suicide will not say that. Instead, I smiled. "I'm okay, brother. It's not hurting. I'm just tired. I wanna go. I want to meet my parents. I want to be with them. We will meet again someday. Sure."

"No, Rose. Don't leave me."

"Abang-"

"Shhh...."

"I love you."

"Rose.." -...."

"I'm sorry."

"I won't forgive you if you leave. You have to hold on. I'll take you to the hospital. Defense, Rose. Please hold on."

Again. I smile. I know, I'm not leaving him.