All Chapters of The Disguised Bodyguard: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

In the middle of a king-size bed, a naked woman was passionately stimulating her lover’s sensitive parts. The creaking of the bed accompanied their every movement, mingling with the moans escaping from both their lips."You know, Emily, it’s this aggressive side of yours that makes it so easy for me to turn away from Luna," said Adrian, his teeth clenched; the tightness of Emily’s pleasure hole made it hard for him to speak, but he didn’t want to let Emily, who was constantly trying to satisfy him, go without praise and appreciation. “Huh, really? Are you sure you won’t regret choosing me, Adrian?” asked Emily, without stopping the movement of her hips as she continued to spur Adrian on. “Of course not, Honey,” replied Adrian with a grimace, holding back something that was urgently trying to escape from his most sensitive part. Slowly, the man lowered Emily from atop him, which naturally caused the girl to cast a questioning glance. "Lie down, Emily. It’s time for me to satisfy yo

Emily hurried after Adrian, who was chasing after Luna as soon as the partnership meeting had ended. The brunette knew that Adrian wanted to discuss Matteo’s behavior—he had just humiliated Adrian in front of the head of the marketing division at Magnolia Spring Resort. The sound of Luna’s high heels clacking loudly on the floor could be heard. The girl was in a hurry; she couldn’t bear to look at Adrian and Emily for any longer. She felt betrayed by the two people who had once been so close to her. Adrian’s hand reached out and grabbed hers, halting Luna’s steps just as she was about to reach her office, forcing her to turn towards the man who had just seized her wrist. Luna knew exactly who it was. “The meeting is over; is there nothing else we need to discuss, Mr. Adrian?” Luna asked, emphasizing the last word. She lifted her chin defiantly, displaying a very clear gesture of defiance, causing Adrian and Emily to glare at her disapprovingly. “What do you mean? Did you deliberate

What would you do if someone you loved couldn’t let go of their past? You’re always by their side, trying to be their rock when they’re vulnerable. You try to send them signals of your love, but they can’t even pick up on them and still see you as just a friend! Yes, nothing more than a friend!In such a situation, some people might walk away and look for another woman, remembering that there’s more than just one woman on this earth. But not Matteo. He chose to stay. He knew that Luna needed healing for the wounds of her past. And he wanted to be the one to heal the pain she felt.“What’s wrong with you? Did something I said hurt your feelings?” asked Luna, holding onto Matteo’s arm. Matteo’s eyes looked at Luna’s grip on his arm. He felt that flutter again as the soft surface of the girl’s hand touched him. But in an instant, that flutter turned painful when Matteo realized that Luna only saw him as a friend.The man gave a faint smile and turned to take Luna’s hand in his other han

Alex sat lost in thought on a sofa in the lounge. His gaze was fixed on the photograph he held in his hand. It was a childhood portrait of Luna with his late wife, Chiara. In the photo, Chiara sat in a chair holding little Luna in her lap; they were both wearing white dresses of the same style. Alex’s fingers traced Chiara’s face, a bittersweet smile etched upon his own. In his heart, the man whispered an apology for his failure to protect their only daughter. Alex’s actions did not escape the attention of a middle-aged woman who had recently been watching his every move. Her ambition to make Alex bequeath his business to Emily showed no sign of waning; indeed, it had grown stronger following Luna’s expulsion from the house. Rosaline walked over to Alexander and sat down beside him. Her eyes flashed with anger when she saw the photograph Alex was holding. Rosaline’s lips, painted with blood-red lipstick, pursed slightly. It seemed her presence could not replace the position of Ale

“Matteo? Why are you so quiet?” The voice on the other end of the line snapped Matteo out of his reverie. The man cleared his throat a few times before finally resuming the interrupted conversation.“You’re right, Dad. In the photos that are doing the rounds, my face has indeed been blurred out. But that doesn’t mean I can rest easy whilst the girl I adore is now hated by the whole town.” On the other end of the line, Antonio narrowed his eyes. Did his son regret that shameful act?“It’s good that you regret what you’ve done, Matteo,” he said, letting out a sigh of relief. “But, Dad, it all happened by accident,” Matteo hissed, massaging his throbbing temples. “How could that be?” asked Antonio, a touch sceptical.The middle-aged man thought that Matteo had deliberately set a trap for his employer’s daughter, resulting in the circulation of the photograph he had seen. Antonio knew full well that his son was deeply obsessed with Alexander Winterbourne’s daughter.“I’m absolutely ce