All Chapters of Mr. Bodyguard, It's Hard To Love You [English]: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Anna Lerman's enigmatic smile graced her lips as she lounged on the cruise ship at South Harbor. Her eyes shimmered with delight as they absorbed the expanse of the ocean through her circular window while her lips savored the drink in her hand. Moments later, a knock at the door interrupted her reverie. "Miss, Erin has been escorted by our staff," a crew member announced. A wry grin tugged at the corners of Anna's lips as she gracefully made her way to where Erin awaited. With a deft maneuver, she orchestrated Erin's smooth transition to her presence. Numerous staff members patrolled throughout the ship, leaving no avenue for Erin's escape. Anna was determined not to let her slip away so easily. Meanwhile, in a dimly lit room, Erin struggled against dizziness. A sharp blow to her head by a man bearing a prominent scar had rendered her unconscious moments earlier. Her wrists were bound together behind her back, restricting her freedom of movement. Darkness draped the exterior of

In a sprawling event hall, Erin found herself escorted by two men: one known as Boss Scar and the other, a bald individual. Erin followed along smoothly, her mind racing, hoping to find a phone or someone she could approach for assistance. Surely, inside the cruise ship, there must be vacationers or staff she could turn to! After enduring the plainness of the room she came from, Erin was astounded to discover the ship boasted a lavish and expansive event hall. Indeed, Boss Scar had referred to it as a cruise. However, her astonishment turned to embarrassment as she inadvertently witnessed a couple engaged in rough sex. A man in a sharp suit fervently pressed against a woman clad in red, her hand searching for support against the wall as he persisted with forceful thrusts. Erin's lips quivered as she quickly averted her gaze from the couple, her discomfort palpable. Meanwhile, nearby, a group of women gathered around a table appeared unfazed, displaying a familiarity with suc

"I need your help," Erin pleaded with Jenna as she made her way to Jenna's cabin. Caught off guard by Erin's sudden appearance, her cousin paused momentarily, her eyebrows furrowing in surprise. However, she swiftly composed herself, her hands continuing their fluid motion as she applied blush to her cheeks with practiced precision. Raising an eyebrow at Erin's request, Jenna couldn't help but wonder if she was losing her mind, entertaining the thought of helping someone she had distanced herself from. Jenna paused her makeup routine, crossed her arms, and met Erin's gaze in the mirror. "Are you suggesting I aid in your escape?" "Yes," Erin replied. She felt desperate. Honey had assured her that staying on the current floor offered some safety, thanks to Boss Scar's protection. However, venturing to the main deck, where the cruise clients resided, seemed perilous; too many individuals there harbored ill intentions towards her, making escape unlikely and survival uncertain. "Tha

"Orion! Orion! P-please, do your best to stay awake," Erin pleaded, trailing behind James' group of men carrying Orion. She feared that if he closed his eyes, it could be the last time she saw him. Orion's gaze appeared delirious, mirroring Erin inside his mind. He struggled to place his palm on her cheek, his efforts indicative of his weakening condition. James swiftly called for a helicopter to expedite their departure from the area where they had engaged Douglas Mikael's group. As they exited the building, Marco hurried towards Erin. "Erin!" he called out. "Marco!" She sobbed, embracing her friend tightly. "O-Orion..." Her voice faltered, unable to articulate her fears. "I understand. We must get him to the nearby city. I've informed the hospital and made the necessary arrangements. We cannot linger here in Acapulco," Marco assured her. Minutes later, assistance arrived. Erin followed silently, tears streaming down her face as she held Orion's hand, her prayers unspoken. A me

The movements, exchanges of conversation, and the beeping of various devices reverberated in Orion's ears like echoes from a dream. Erin's tears haunted his thoughts, her pleas for him not to let go echoing endlessly. Each time she cried, his heart sank deeper, consumed by worry. "Wake up, Orion… Wake up!" The urgent call seemed to emanate from everywhere—Erin's voice and even a faint whisper within his own mind. He needed to rise, to return to the woman he loved. It was as if an enchantment had ensnared his skin, holding him captive in its grasp, steadfast and unyielding. With deliberate slowness, he unfurled his eyelids, welcomed by the scene of Marco's fervent typing on his laptop. A lump materialized in his throat, accompanied by a cascade of numbness and anguish that inundated his entire being. The intensity of the pain threatened to elicit curses from his lips, but his voice emerged raspy and weak. "W-water..." he managed to croak. Marco's eyes widened, the color draining