"They want to marry me off." The words came out of your mouth as a poison to Derrick - your bodyguard who had been assigned to you since you were a little girl. You could've sworn you saw a murderous glint in his darkened eyes as he said, "won't happen." in such a calm husky voice which defied the expression that you saw a second ago. He went back to reading the newspaper, his grip creasing the edges that he had held.