“I will call you my bodyguard,” Hazel said, turning her gaze towards Francisco.

Francisco chuckled at her remark. 

“Will they believe you?"

"Won't they think, How can you hire a handsome bodyguard for yourself?”

Hazel's brows shot up in surprise.

 "What?"

"Handsome and you? Who told you that you were handsome?"

Francisco pressed his lips together, still holding her palm firmly. 

"You did. You told me," he replied in his husky ...