PRISONER OF LOVE LOVE THE WIDOWER

SEASON 2 Part 5's. Hanoi 3's

It was a beautiful morning, at 7am, at least that's what I thought, getting up early, taking a shower and enjoying breakfast at the hotel restaurant. Last night he seemed surprised by my words. I hope today he doesn't become a bitch again by trying to test me.

One sitting in front of me. Oliver Russel with his field shirt and jeans, ready to work. He is handsome, already innate from birth, just consider it a beautiful sight. The women here look at me with envy I can talk to this handsome guy.

"For Mr. Russell, it's good to see you this morning." I smiled at him. She looked at me but did not return my smile with her usual seductive smile. I think it's true, this time he's given up.

He's a serious Oliver Russell now.

"For Sandra, Nguyen has come."

"On the way. It's 7:15..." Right, he was the other Oliver this morning.

"OK, ..." He started eating croissants and American breakfasts, and tasting his coffee. I let him eat quietly. I checked our route, apparently there's no traffic. While my plate is full of various variations of Goi Cuon, meat mangroves and a bowl of hot porridge that I like.

"What's that?"

"This is Goi Cuon, spring roll vietnam try, ..." He looked at the stuffing, like a stack of salads with meat toppings wrapped in clear skin that was rice paper.

"A lot of vegetables."

"Ahh you're a vegetable hater apparently." I smile.

...Goi Cuon (Vietnamese Spring Roll)...

"Have we met before?" A question took my eyes off the phone.

"No." Short, solid and clear.

Maybe he was surprised by what I said last night, what he doesn't know is that I'm not a girl in my twenties, I've even had my 40th birthday. Experiencing many things, sometimes bitter, sometimes sweet enough, but among them I have no good impression of the word love or marriage.

Actually we may be the same, the difference is that he trampled on love by not wanting to get emotionally involved, but sowing his seeds everywhere. I trample on love by completely avoiding it.

Like he said it's hard to guess my age.

Andy was in my line early in the morning.

"Andy, what's wrong?" Andy's under a year old, but he's a good leader. I like his democratic arrangements plus he can blend in with us.

"You didn't extend the escort schedule in Hanoi, did you?"

"I don't think so, there's no extended schedule I guess ..."

"Chip's wife will be in Jakarta in a few days, you'll be in charge of her guard, the schedule will be the next day after your return."

"Ohhh well. Noted." Disconnect one phone switch to another phone. Kent's? The guy I hate in Hong Kong there, the head of security in Hong Kong, but not Ko Derrick's level, he only takes care of security and some entertainment club business.

"Why did you call me?"

"Yes, you need to..."

"Hmm, are you going to work in Hong Kong?"

"No, I'm not going to be in HK. I'm on duty now, my client is leaving, sorry I can't talk to you. I hung up on him, okay?"

A second later, I hung up my phone without her consent. Next time I won't take her call again, all the bad memories are there. I had to sigh after it to get rid of it, I bit the spring rolls quickly, the sour sauce made me come back to the fact that I was safe here, my condition for working with Derrick is that I will never serve in Hong Kong again, will not take orders from him because I am now under Derrick's protection. Never saw Kent again...

Oliver looked at me and watched me from across the table.

"The last phone made the bad day seem." I just shut up.

"At the stall there is Con Tam, it's Vietnamese rice with pork that you should like. You want to try and get me Mr Oliver? " And I went back to discussing food with a wry smile.

"I took it myself." He passed from before me.

I focused my attention on the food again. Oliver sat back in front of me. He got me something, chocolate cake and pudding.

"Thanks.." -..." I thank him. He's kind-hearted too.

I wonder if he's fluent Cantonese, if he can hear what I'm talking about. "You're fluent in Cantonese Mr. Oliver."

"I've been in HK for 7 years, even though I can't talk well, I understand everyday conversation a little bit."

"It turns out so,..."

"You're not Hong Kong, you said you wouldn't be in Hong Kong anymore."

"I'm a Hong Kong passport holder." I gave him the truth because he was being nice.

"Why don't you want to go back there?"

"Hmm. I prefer a new place."

"Your parents weren't there?"

"I'm from an orphanage. The brawler, like my job now..."

My life in youth was hard, the world wasn't very good to me. Up to the point now I'm actually happy. Having a good job, a good salary, good friends in recent years, Hong Kong may be the birthplace, but I have no doubt I want to go from there, after leaving Kent and working for Wong Hang Corp, I was rarely placed in Hong Kong. It was like getting out of jail

"so apparently. So it seems to be a way of life..." I smiled at him.

"Picture it that way. My life is not as glittering as yours, Mr. Russell." He just laughed a little at me.

We made peace that morning, he didn't try to tease me like last night. Looks like I'm just gonna see a serious Oliver now.