The Bodyguard's
Great Ideas

"Please let me fix everything, ma'am. I'm no longer the old Carlo. I've steadied myself to be side by side with your daughter." Slowly but sounding so certain and so convincing, what Carlo said to Mia. The highlight of the man's eyes also implies a seriousness that can be seen clearly even if only a glance.

"Don't get me wrong, Carlo. Neither I nor Adriano have ever seen you as a despicable person. We both love you very much. I told you many times that you were the son I never had. Our reason, especially Adriano is ...." Mia did not have time to continue her words, because at that time there was a fragmented object that fell quite hard on the floor.

Immediately, Carlo ran towards Miabella's room. He opened the door and found the girl picking up a shard of shard on the floor. "Miss!" The man ran over, then half crouched down near Mia's eldest daughter. "What's going on?" tanyakanya.

"I ... I accidentally dropped it, Carlo," said Miabella, looking uneasy.

"That's it, it's okay" Carlo said, helping pick up a shard that appeared to be a parfume bottle. The glass used for the bottle is quite thick. Very small chance of rupture if only because of nudged. Carlo is convinced that Miabella must have thrown him deliberately and loudly.

"What's up, honey?" ask Mia who just entered the room. He saw Miabella standing not far from Carlo who had not finished picking up the broken bottle. "Gosh my god." Mia immediately approached the two lovebirds. "It's okay, Bella," he said slowly. "Alright, Carlo. Let the waiter clean it up, "prevent Mia.

Carlo stood up. He looked towards Miabella who was also looking at him. "There are still small fragments that must be cleaned immediately" said the blue-eyed man without distracting the slightest.

"I'll call the waiter first" said Mia as she passed from inside the room. He left the daughter with his former bodyguard.

"Why haven't you left yet?" miabella asked coldly.

"I was talking to Madame D'Angelo just now" said Carlo. He then approached. However, Miabella immediately turned her back. "Miss, please. I only have one week here. I don't want my arrival here to be in vain" Carlo asked expectantly.

"Don't expect anything from me, Carlo. You'll just be disappointed. Let alone for others, I don't even know my own direction." There was a soft sounding village from Miabella's lips.

“I promise to fix everything for you, Miss. For both of us.” Carlo ventured to touch Miabella's shoulder. However, the girl first moved her shoulder so that Carlo's hand did not land there.

“Do not promise me anything. I'm scared ...” Miabella stopped her sentence just like that.

“What are you afraid of?” carlo didn't understand.

“I'm afraid you'll leave me again,” Miabella replied as she sobbed slowly.

“I swear I won't leave you again, Miss. Hold these words of mine.” Carlo then reached into something from his pants pocket. Two silver rings shaped and with the same motif, he left it to his lover.

“Look. Three years ago, I had intended to propose to you with this ring. However, Mr. Adriano had already kicked me out. After that, I kept these two things until the time came when I could meet you again, then be ready to take you away,”.

Miabella did not reverse her body at all. He kept his back on the handsome man for not a second to take his eyes off the beautiful girl. “Do you love me, Carlo?” he asked after a moment of silence.

“You don't need to question that. You must have known the answer, Miss,”, said Carlo. His voice sounded so deep and so full of emphasis. “You are the first and only girl who ...”

“if you really love me, then you should be willing to leave me alone. At least for some time,” cut Miabella slowly.

“Until how long?” Carlo's tone of voice demanded an answer.

“I don't know. I'm not asking you to wait. You can go and find another girl. I set you free,” replied Miabella confidently.

“You know for sure that I can never turn to another, Miss. However, if that is your wish, then I will be fulfilled. I will give you time for whatever you want and I will remain faithful to wait,” Carlo said with confidence.

“You will wait until old!” siabella's lips in a position that still turned her back to the man.

“No problem for me!” carlo without hesitation.

“You'll be bored!” Miabella won't lose.

“Try it!” So did Carlo who was also not about to retreat.

“I will go, but I will not leave you,” stressed Carlo with a meaningful highlight.

“Do not come here if I do not ask you,” reply Miabella again.

“I'll remember that, Miss.” Carlo smiled so gently. Her blue eyes stared fixedly at the pretty face of Miabella. “I also can not linger in Italy. There are great duties and responsibilities waiting for me in Russia."

The two human children then fell silent and looked at each other, until Carlo desperately grabbed Miabella's hand, then kissed her. Miabella herself could not escape. “I'll send you my new number. Contact me whenever you need and I will try to come as soon as possible,” he said slowly.

“Goodbye, Carlo.” Miabella was still fixated as the man prepared to leave.

“See you again, Miss.” Carlo bent down, then revealed his best smile for Miabella.

That day was the last day the new ruler of the Red Wolf Clan came to Casa de Luca. As promised, Carlo wouldn't have come if Miabella hadn't asked. However, three months have passed since her last meeting, the daughter of Matteo de Luca is still not willing to contact. Never mind calling and talking in person, Miabella did not even send a message even if it was just one word

Carlo himself knows no despair. Every day for those three months, he always sent a message to Miabella. He was not tired, though none of his messages were reciprocated. A little bit of unrest began to hit the heart. However, he was convinced and decided not to stop fighting.

In reality, it was not only Carlo who was feeling uneasy. Neither Adriano nor Mia could sleep well each night, thinking of the princess' strange behavior. Within three months, Miabella was rarely out of the room.

The beautiful girl preferred to lock herself up and did not want to interact with anyone. For the matters of the estate he had been deputizing to Dante, the personal bodyguard who had replaced Carlo's duties from the time the beautiful man left. Fortunately, this does not affect the production process or the performance of plantation workers.

The news of Miabella's change in attitude was heard to Daniella's ears. Mia's half-brother immediately conveyed it to Marco, the husband.

“It could be bad if Miabella decides to become a nun. Matteo de Luca will have no successor. This is very dangerous for the survival of uncle Roberto's descendants,” Marco thought. The man's face showed that he was thinking hard.

“This is all because of the men,” snorted Daniella annoyed.

“Why do you blame men?” marco's protest was unacceptable.

“I don't know. I just feel bad. Poor Bella,” replied Daniella as if without burden.

“You didn't help, Dani. At least give me advice for me who is confused,” complained Marco while breathing slowly.

“Why don't you introduce Miabella to your handsome colleagues who number in the hundreds?” the blonde woman said so

“How to introduce, while Miabella herself is reluctant to get out of her room. The girl prefers to meditate." Marco shook his head while scratching his non-itchy head. But suddenly, he stopped the movement. The father of two children then turned to his wife with glaring eyes.

“What?” Daniella half looked back at her husband's gaze. “Third once you're this.”

“You gave me an idea, Dani!” Marco immediately got up from his chair while putting on the face of a sumringah. Immediately, he grabbed the phone that was lying just like that on the desk. Marco then began to contact Adriano.

It didn't take long until the father answered a phone call from his brother-in-law. “Pronto,” greet Adriano with a heavy and distinctive voice from across there.

“Amico! I have a great idea for Miabella!” exclaim Marco enthusiastically.

“Oh yes? What is it?” sahut Adriano with a tone that sounded calm and flat.

“We just have a contest!” answer Marco in flames. It made Daniella who sat in front of him while tidying her nails using a special knife, immediately glared at the sign of protest towards the husband.

“You know for yourself how hard Miabella is. He won't like your idea. Bella is very opposed to matchmaking,” insists Adriano, still with intonation that remains calm.

“Instead it! Our goal is simply to get him out of the room-shaped shell he has been in for a long time! Bella must have refused, and you know for yourself what her style is if you object or don't accept something!” marco said with passion.