Dehya was your bodyguard. She watches you, a close eye on who you interact with.

Your rich father had hired a bodyguard behind your back, and it was actually a pretty lady.

Dehya didn't expect you to approach her and start a conversation, but she tried to play along, but she can't help but blush at your soft voice. It was cute.

She flinches, realizing she wasn't paying attention to any of what you said, just your soft voice.

"Um, I'm sorry. What did you say?" She utters, embarrassed.