The Bodyguard's
White Lily

After getting permission to enter from the first and second gatekeepers, Carlo was finally able to park his large motorbike in the front yard of Casa de Luca. Three years ago he left a place that holds many beautiful memories, between himself and Miabella. Now, Carlo has returned in the same look, but a different social status.

Carlo stepped up gallantly after getting off his motorcycle. He walked towards the main building. Carlo knew that at the current hour, Miabella had returned from the estate.

"I want to meet Miss de Luca" Carlo told a young servant who was none other than Luciella. However, the cute girl just silently glued, looking at the man before her who had just removed the black glasses. Carlo even raised his eyebrows, astonished at the girl's attitude. "Didn't you hear me?" tanyakanya. The heavy voice of the man instantly resuscitated Luciella.

The girl smiled sweetly too. "Are you the owner of the dark hair that the young lady mentioned?" Luciella instead asked that to the handsome man before her.

"You mean?" ask Carlo.

However, before Luciella could answer the question earlier, Miabella's soft voice had already been heard. The girl had just emerged from another part of the Casa de Luca building.

Instantly, Miabella gasped at Carlo's whereabouts there. The beautiful girl froze. While looking at his eyes fixed on the owner of blue eyes, who was also looking with love. Miabella's gaze then turned to what Carlo was holding. Is a bunch of white lily flowers that are very beautiful and look fresh. Miabella turned her face away.

Luciella approached the lady. "Miss, the man ...."

"Continue your work" interrupted Miabella without any expression. Luciella nodded, then passed to the back. Now, there was only Miabella and the handsome Carlo who were still standing in their respective places, without talking let alone greeting each other.

Silence fiddled, making the awkward atmosphere increasingly felt. A distance that was only a few steps away, felt like thousands of kilometers away. However, Miabella's sharp, hateful gaze to Carlo, was like a powerful magnet and made the handsome man feel challenged to return to conquer the beautiful girl.

Charles strode valiantly, so that the distance drew nearer to Miabella. However, when he was a few steps before the ruler of Casa de Luca, Miabella immediately withdrew. "Are you going to run away again? In your own house? You're so funny, miss," Carlo said without taking a single look.

"I'm not going to run away. I'm just busy and I don't have time to ...."

"I came here with a certain purpose" Carlo interrupted immediately.

"I don't care!" miabella ketus. He then turned his back and intended to pass from before Carlo. Miabella has even stepped up.

However, the girl was again stunned when she heard Carlo's words. "I'd like to offer you cooperation, Miss de Luca." His voice sounded loud. He then stepped forward. The opportunity was good for him, when the man saw Miabella who was still standing while in a position to turn her back. Carlo was now only about two steps away from the girl.

"I didn't come here with Carlo's name. I purposely met you on behalf of Karl Volkov. As I said earlier, my goal is to offer you a partnership with you, Miss," Carlo said confidently.

"Sorry, but I'm not interested" Miabella said.

"I haven't even explained anything about the prospect of cooperation that we will establish. I made sure that this would be beneficial for both of us" Carlo said, trying to persuade Miabella.

"I don't care. I already have a lot of business associates, and all of them work well together. We give each other an advantage" said Miabella still refused. The girl was also still in a position to turn her back on the blue-eyed handsome man earlier.

"The more you work with, the better. The benefits obtained will certainly be much more," persuaded Carlo again unyielding.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Volkov. However, I am not a greedy person and willing to ignore everything for the sake of gaining a profit." Miabella refused for various reasons. He again continued to move on to leave Carlo.

"You're still stubborn, Miss!" Carlo's voice again sounded loud and managed to make Miabella stop her steps. "What's wrong, that means you're still the Miabella I used to know" he said. He walked closer again, even so close that Miabella could smell the scent of parfume that had been so familiar in her sense of smell. It was a similar fragrance from the parfume he had gifted. However, Miabella did not want to discuss it.

"You don't like it? Didn't you always fill the room with white lily, every time you celebrate a birthday party?" Carlo half whispered in the right ear of Miabella who was still pecking.

"That was. Now I don't like it anymore" replied Miabella coldly.

"It's only fitting that you always throw away the flowers I sent you," said Carlo, who made Miabella react immediately. The beautiful girl immediately turned to the right side, where the man's face was. "I know, Miss. I know that you always throw away the flowers I send. Why?" asked Carlo who seemed to be luring the girl to talk to him more. However, Carlo knew Mia's eldest daughter very well. He can use the gap to be able to launch the action.

"I threw it away because .. because it's not clear who sent the flowers" Miabella replied still in a very cold tone.

"If you knew that I sent you the lilies, would you keep them?" lure Carlo again.

Miabella did not answer immediately. The girl seemed to be thinking for a while. Carlo was patiently waiting for what the long-haired girl would say. "I'll keep throwing it away." Sharp, the words that came from the lips of the ruler Casa de Luca. That beautiful, sweet face, with that fragrant, well-groomed strand of brown hair, was very different from the strands of words she pointed at her interlocutor.

However, Carlo did not want to take it seriously. The handsome man with the black bomber jacket laughed crisply when he heard it. "I know, Miss. I completely understand why you hate me so much" said Carlo still with a voice so melancholy in Miabella's ears, making her look back on the beautiful moments they spent years ago, and has made him have to bleed while enduring the pain.

"What do you know? You don't even care about anything other than power!" sergeant Miabella sounded increasingly sniffling. He moved forward to put some distance between himself and Carlo. Miabella then turned around, so that the man could again look at the beautiful face that was very charming. That's the current figure of Miabella. He looks more mature at his age.

"You don't care about anything, Carlo!" Miabella's stern index was directed straight at Carlo, who was still standing quietly with a loving gaze. "It's not wrong if I throw away all the flowers you've sent over the last three years. It was just like your attitude that had thrown me away so easily!" Miabella's tone did not soften. The gaze that used to be full of love, was now no longer on her pair of beautiful gray eyes. Right now, what appeared there was only hatred and anger.

"I knew. I have heard everything that has happened to you from Mr. Adriano. To be honest, I regret that too. However, the situation used to be very unlikely for me to be able to meet or even just contact you" Carlo added. He tried to give an explanation to the girl he deeply loved.

"You should know that I am also very hurt. I miss you every moment. It feels so hard to be away from the person I love so much." Charles was about to approach again, but soon Miabella spread her arms as a sign of restraining the Red Wolf's heir. Carlo restrained himself.

"You even left without saying goodbye to me" Miabella said. This time, his tone began to soften. However, the full look of disappointment was still clearly visible in his pair of eyes that looked cute.

"I did not say goodbye to you on purpose, because if I did that then .. then I certainly would not be able to leave you here alone," explained Carlo again. He maintains self-control to stay calm and untriggered. In fact, the demon in his heart kept forcing the man to come closer and just hugged Miabella tightly. It didn't matter even if the beautiful girl rejected him out loud.

"You made me cry, Carlo. Ah, sorry. Now your name is Karl Volkov," Erat Miabella half-sinned.

"I'll keep Carlo for you" replied the blue-eyed man, not broken charcoal.

"I don't care what your name is, because after this I don't want to see you show up in front of me!" Miabella.

Finding Miabella's attitude that did not also soften, Carlo went back forward. He obeyed what his heart said. With just one hand, the man can reach and hold the wrist of Miabella who is trying to break away. "I like your stubborn attitude. It's very challenging for me. I'm sorry that I'm not willing to accept your request" Carlo flatly declined. He also let go of his hand.

Miabella intended to turn her back when another voice called her name so masculine and authoritative.

"Bella's."

Miabella. Simultaneously he and Carlo turned towards the source of the voice earlier.