FBI

“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 tone.

Hazel squinted her eyes and furrowed her brows.

"He's unbelievable," she thought to herself as she rose to her feet.

"I am tired. Leave my hand," she ordered Francisco.

Francisco kept his gaze locked on her for a moment before releasing her hand. Hazel stepped forward and left for another cabin.

Francisco picked up a champagne glass and took it to his lips, noticing the imprint of Hazel's lipstick.

Francisco, still seated, lifted the champagne glass to his lips, his mind drifting to Hazel's departing figure. His thoughts were a whirlwind of conflicting emotion