Stephanie had been really sleepy, but now her sleepiness was gone. After hearing this sentence, she didn't know whether to cry or laugh. However, she was choked by the second half of his words and said with some displeasure, "So what?"
"Are you really dating a bodyguard?" The man stood up, "Does your manager know? Your company won't allow you to date a... bodyguard, right?"
"Did he do something to you?" Harold asked again.
Stephanie had a headache from being asked by the two people. She was in a particularly sleepy state. After being woken up, she was frightened again. Her heart was in a mess.
However, the man was not resigned to being defeated. Hearing Harold's question, he immediately snorted, "I just came to find her to practice a scene. What do you mean 'do something to you'?"
Harold grabbed the man by the collar. His expression was stiff, but his strength was great. He almost lifted the man. He said in an emotionless voice, "I won't hit you now, but if you dare come again, I will destroy you, especially your face. I will beat it until no one can recognize you."
The man was astounded.
"Let him go. I'm fine," Stephanie said, covering her head.
The man forced a smile and tried to open Harold's hand, but he could not. His hands were like pliers, firmly gripping onto his collar. It was as if they were wrapping around his neck. Only then did the man feel some lingering fear. He laughed awkwardly and said, "I didn't do anything to her. I just came to practice."
Harold let him go and added, "I'm not her boyfriend. I'm just a bodyguard. If you dare to talk nonsense, my master will knock out your teeth."
"Your master?" The man was stunned for a moment. This guy's words were very strange. What did he mean that his master would knock out his teeth?
"Yes, my master. If she sees you like this, she will smash a brick at your head. If she finds out that you are not dead, she will give you a second hit," Harold stated.
Stephanie was shocked. Was he referring to Emily?
The man felt a chill down his spine from Harold's words and said to Stephanie, "Just pretend that I never came here tonight. I didn't see him, and you didn't see me either, okay?"
Stephanie nodded.
The man tidied himself up and turned to leave.
The assistant outside the door took the opportunity to come in. He closed the door and said to Stephanie, "Even if you know him, don't open the door and let him in at night even if he knocks on the door."
Stephanie nodded and looked at him. "Didn't you come in?"
"I won't do anything to you. He will." Harold looked at her as if she was a retard.
Most of Stephanie's sleepiness had been driven away. She was a little curious when she heard this. "Why?"
"No reason," Harold said emotionlessly.
"Oh, I see. You don't like women," Stephanie guessed.
The assistant was dumbfounded.
Harold felt the same.
He checked the hotel room. Perhaps it was a professional habit, he left after he did not find any hidden camera. Before he left, he added, "Remember to lock the door when you sleep in the future. Don't stay in the room alone. Don't open the door when an unfamiliar man knocks on the door."
"I understand. Thank you." Stephanie thanked him sincerely and patted him on the shoulder. "I didn't expect you to look so manly. You actually like men... You should be the top, right?"
When Stephanie saw that he was silent, she covered her mouth in surprise and glanced at his butt in disbelief. "No way! You, you're the bottom?"
Harold didn't know how to reply.
The assistant was once again stunned.
Harold's usually emotionless face seemed to be on the verge of being distorted. He barely stayed calm, bid Stephanie farewell, and went downstairs.
What he didn't know was that right after he left, Stephanie called Emily.
"Women live such hard lives. We even have to fight against a man for a boyfriend."
Emily was a little stunned when she heard this. She caught the key point and asked, "Are you fighting against a guy for a boyfriend?"
When Vincent, who was signing documents in front of the table, heard this, his glance swept over.
"No, I was just exclaiming." Stephanie sighed.
Emily sat on the bed. Vincent took the dry towel from her hand and wiped her hair. Emily then threw the phone on the bed and turned on the speaker.
"Why didn't you tell me about your assistant?" Stephanie asked.
"What?" What happened to Harold?
Stephanie said, "He... Forget it, it's not a big deal, but it's quite surprising to me. His looks and his physique... Well, he doesn't look like a bottom."
"Bottom? What zero?" Emily did not understand at all.
"Just..." It was only then that Stephanie realized that Emily had no idea. She immediately laughed and said, "Nothing. It's very late. Go to sleep. I'm hungry. I'll sleep after I eat something."
"Alright."
Emily hung up the phone in a daze. She looked at Vincent and asked, "Do you understand what she's saying?"
Vincent only heard two sentences and guessed, "She seems to mean..." When he thought of the last sentence that was a little lustful, he stopped in time and changed what he was going to say. "She admires your assistant."
Emily turned around and thought about it. She did remember that Stephanie had mentioned Harold's face and physique and talked about the topic of fighting for a boyfriend. Did someone take a fancy to Harold and wanted to snatch him from Stephanie?
Stephanie had taken a fancy to Harold?
"So that's what she meant," Emily said in realization.
"Yes, that's what she meant," Vincent said with a smile.
In the middle of the night, the phone beside Harold's bed rang twice.
It was a text message.
"I didn't tell your master. Don't worry, I will back you up."
When Harold read this message, a complicated expression appeared on his face for the first time.