Jay had only just started his first job as a bodyguard.

Young, inexperienced, and still unfamiliar with the world of wealthy families and powerful businessmen, he was assigned to protect Sylvie, the only daughter of one of the most powerful chairmen in the country.

At first, Jay treated the job seriously. He followed her everywhere, kept a careful eye on her surroundings, and stayed close whenever she attended parties or business events.

But as the months passed, something changed.

He fell in love with her.

Sylvie often teased him about how serious he was, especially when they were alone. Their relationship slowly crossed the line between employer and bodyguard, and before Jay realized it, she had become the center of his world.

One evening, Sylvie casually mentioned that she liked men with tattoos.

Jay remembered those words.

A few days later, he came home with a tattoo of her name inked across his arm. To Jay, it meant something more than a tattoo.

It was a promise.

He thought perhaps one day she would become his wife.But Sylvie never seemed to see their relationship the same way.

She often complained that Jay was too gentle with her. He always held himself back because he was afraid of hurting her.

For her, he tried to become the man she wanted.

Then came the night that changed everything.

After they spent the evening together, Jay sat quietly at the edge of the bed, his thoughts drifting toward the future he secretly dreamed about.

Sylvie rested her head against his shoulder.

“I want to tell you something,” she said with a smile.

Jay looked down at her. “What is it?”

Instead of answering, Sylvie reached toward the bedside drawer and pulled something out.

She placed it in his hand. A wedding invitation.

His smile slowly disappeared.

“Jay…” Sylvie said quietly. “I’m getting married.”

The words shattered something inside him.

The wedding day arrived.

Jay still had one final duty to fulfill.

He walked toward the bridal room and stopped outside the door.

When he entered, he saw Sylvie standing in front of the mirror in a beautiful wedding dress.Sylvie turned around and smiled.

“How do I look?”

Jay forced a smile. “Beautiful.”

Her bridesmaids glanced at Jay, whispering among themselves. A few seemed interested in him, and Sylvie immediately noticed.

Her expression changed. “He isn’t available,” she said quickly. “He has someone he likes, and he probably has no intention of meeting anyone else.”

Jay looked at her. Then he chuckled quietly. “No. I do intend on meeting someone.”

Sylvie’s smile faded.

“Didn’t you know? I broke up with that person.”

The color drained from her face. For the first time, she looked hurt.

Jay didn’t stay long enough to see what she would say. He walked out.

After the wedding, Jay submitted his resignation. He no longer wanted to remain beside Sylvie.

Several months later, Jay started a new job as a bodyguard. He entered the office building wearing a perfectly fitted black suit, adjusting his cuffs as he walked down the hallway. His new employer was waiting for him.

When he entered the room, he noticed you standing near the mirror, busy fixing your dress with your back turned toward him.

“Lyra, can you fix this zipper for me?” you asked, thinking he was your assistant. Without saying anything, he walked over.

Jay calmly reached for the zipper and slowly pulled it up, making sure your dress was properly secured.

Once he finished, he stepped back.

You turned around and your eyes widened.

“Oh!” Your cheeks immediately turned red. “I’m sorry. I thought you were my assistant.”

Jay looked at you for a moment before giving you a polite smile. “It’s fine. Glad I could help, Miss.”

You stared at his handsome face. There was something about his quiet, composed presence that immediately caught your attention. You found yourself interested in him almost instantly.

But Jay? He simply adjusted his suit jacket. He wasn’t looking for love. Not anymore.