From Hunter to Guardian: Protect the CEO Freenbecky g!p

Chapter 10: I've Had Enough

Freen's POV

Present

It had been weeks since I took on the role of Becky's bodyguard. During that time, I rarely left her side. "What's going on?" I muttered in confusion, trying to piece together the unsettling events that had brought us to this point.

"Something's wrong," I mumbled, furrowing my brow. "If that information was shared with all of them, surely someone would have made a move by now."

"The fact that nothing had happened only made me more anxious," I thought, the unease gnawing at the edges of my mind.

"Fuck, I have to do something, I have to-"

"Freen?"

"Y-yeah, what is it?" I looked up at her, trying to mask the worry in my voice.

"What were you thinking?" she asked, her eyes fixed on me with curiosity and concern.

"N-nothing."

She narrowed her eyes, studying me closely. I shifted uncomfortably and looked away. "Uh, what is it that you were going to say?" I asked, attempting to change the topic.

"Are you going anywhere for Christmas?" she asked, her tone softening slightly.

I shook my head. "No, I'm not planning to go anywhere," I replied, my voice steady but still preoccupied with something else.

"I was thinking of first letting you have a break for the holiday. You're working all the time, you know?" she said, staring at me with concern.

"I'm fine with it. I couldn't be bothered to have a break. I have to be with you after all," I answered flatly.

She smirked a glint of curiosity in her eyes. "Say, I never got your reason."

"About what?" I asked, feigning innocence, though I knew exactly what she was referring to.

"Is it true that you're here solely to protect me?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of skepticism.

I nodded, my confusion evident as I tilted my head slightly.

She sighed, her expression softening. "So, why do you want to protect me in the first place?" she asked, genuine curiosity coloring her words.

"I don't want you to be in danger like before," I answered shortly, the memories of past threats lingering in my mind.

She stared at me for a while, her gaze searching. "Why is that?" she pressed, wanting to understand the depth of my intention.

"Uh, because you're my boss?" I replied.

She rubbed her temple, a hint of frustration evident in her actions. "You're really hard to talk to, you know?" she remarked her tone a mix of exasperation and amusement.

"If I'm not your boss, would you still want to be my bodyguard?" she asked again, her curiosity persistent.

I was silent, pondering her question. "What answer does she want from me?" I wondered, trying to decipher her intentions.

"I-"

I couldn't think of anything to say. My mouth hung open, but no words came through, leaving me feeling strangely helpless in the face of her inquiry.

"I'm sorry," was all I could say, a mixture of frustration and apology lacing my voice.

She furrowed her eyebrows, her confusion deepening. "Why are you sorry?" she questioned, trying to unravel the tangled threads of our conversation.