Invisible Security Guard-Chapter 32 Soothing a Troubled Heart

32: Chapter 32: Soothing a Troubled Heart

32 -32: Soothing a Troubled Heart

The brisk autumn morning in the capital city was especially cool.

After getting dressed, Yusuf Zuck practiced a set of martial arts routines in the courtyard.

Having attended a physical education school, he knew many martial arts forms, although most of them were purely for show and not really applicable in a real fight.

But after completing the set, he had warmed up all his muscles and joints thoroughly.

In fact, the earliest martial arts were indeed for health cultivation, with the primary purpose of strengthening the body and maintaining health.

“That routine you did looks really impressive.

What’s it called?” Just as he finished his movements, Ruth Wilcox’s voice chimed in at the right moment.

She was leaning against the doorway, a look of curiosity on her face.

Yusuf Zuck answered with a smile, “Tongbei Quan.”

“You’re amazing, the most amazing person I’ve ever seen,” Ruth Wilcox praised.

“Even more impressive than those martial arts stars in the movies.”

“Hehe, I love hearing that.

Actually, I’m Superman!” Yusuf Zuck eagerly piled on, not knowing the meaning of modesty.

Ruth, seemingly used to his bragging, responded with some speechlessness, “Let’s eat, then head out early to avoid the traffic.”

“Okay,” Yusuf Zuck replied and followed Ruth Wilcox into the kitchen, where the so-called breakfast was already laid out on the table.

Two fried eggs, a cup of milk, and two slices of bread with ham and vegetables in the middle.

Across the table, Ruth Wilcox just had a cup of milk, one fried egg, and one slice of bread—it seemed she had intentionally prepared more for him, knowing he was a man with a big appetite!

“Is this it?” Yusuf Zuck was a bit taken aback.

His stomach was empty and he felt like he could consume twenty eggs without a problem.

“If it’s not enough, I’ll make more.

There’s still plenty, so don’t waste food!” Ruth Wilcox, sitting opposite him, began to eat in small bites, her face blushing slightly and shyly.

This was the first time there had been a man at the dining table in this house, and her first time sitting face-to-face with a man for breakfast.

Yusuf Zuck, on the other hand, wasn’t shy.

Hearing her say there was more, he picked up a fork, shoved an egg into his mouth, chewed a few times, and then quickly swallowed it down, followed immediately by the second egg.

The two slices of bread with ham were gone in a few bites, and he drained the glass of milk in one go.

Ruth Wilcox was totally taken aback.

Had Yusuf Zuck not eaten for days?

It was as if someone was trying to snatch the food away from him, the way he was wolfing it down.

“All gone…” Yusuf Zuck looked up, smiling sheepishly.

“I can eat quite a lot actually.

With bread and ham like this, I can eat twenty, plus twenty eggs roughly.

Is there any more?”

“Uh…” Ruth Wilcox froze, as if her system had crashed.

Twenty bread and ham?

Twenty eggs?

She couldn’t quite wrap her head around how much that was!

“If not, it’s okay.

I’ll just grab some buns or something from a breakfast stall on the way,” Yusuf Zuck said, a bit embarrassed.

As someone who worked for others, he usually knew employers couldn’t afford his appetite.

“There is, there is, just wait.” Ruth Wilcox jumped to her feet and dashed into the kitchen.

After about ten minutes, she brought out four more slices of bread with ham, two more fried eggs, and another cup of milk.

“We ran out of eggs at home, and this is all the bread and ham there is.

Is it enough?”

“Heh, almost, almost, it’s okay, I just have a big appetite,” Yusuf Zuck said, continuing to stuff his face and devouring the food.

Ruth Wilcox, holding her fork, watched him with a bit of a dazed expression.

In less than ten minutes, everything in front of Yusuf Zuck was once again gone.

“Whoosh,” Ruth Wilcox timely pushed her unfinished milk and egg over to him.

“No need, no need.

If I have yours, then you’ll have nothing.

And breakfast is the most important meal of the day; you’ll be busy at the office later.

I’ll head out and wait for you outside,” Yusuf Zuck said, waving his hands repeatedly.

Although he still wasn’t full, his stomach was no longer empty.

He could stop at a breakfast shop later and buy eight or ten buns.

Without giving Ruth Wilcox a chance to respond, Yusuf Zuck ran out.

“He…

can he really eat that much?” Ruth Wilcox, amused and bewildered, shook her head and then continued eating, albeit quicker this time.

Twenty minutes later, at 5:30 a.m., the two of them drove away from the villa.

As for Mia and Lara Tuff, they probably wouldn’t get out of bed until the sun shone on their butts.

“Yusuf Zuck, you didn’t eat enough, did you?

We’ll pass a breakfast shop soon.

You can buy something to eat for yourself.

Here’s some money, take it,” Ruth Wilcox handed a hundred-yuan note to him from the backseat.

“No need, breakfast costs just a few bucks, don’t bother with it,” Yusuf Zuck waved his hand and focused on driving.

“Oh?” Ruth Wilcox was taken aback once again.

So the money-loving Yusuf Zuck had times when he didn’t want money?

It must be the sun rising from the west.

She didn’t insist further and put the money back into her wallet.

“By the way, is that a tattoo on you?” She suddenly remembered.

Yesterday in the surveillance, and again this morning, she’d seen that ferocious tattoo on Yusuf Zuck’s body, so she was curious.

Was Yusuf Zuck really part of the underworld before?

Yusuf Zuck nodded, “Yeah, I didn’t know any better a few years back and got it done rashly.

I’m actually planning to have it removed.”

“Oh…

I think it looks quite nice,” Ruth Wilcox murmured.

“Really?

But it’s popular now for girls to get tattoos too.

You know those female celebrities, like Zhang Bozhi, you know her, right?

Her butt…

uh…

she has lots of tattoo patterns on her body.”

“Mia has one, but I don’t dare,” Ruth Wilcox didn’t catch Yusuf Zuck’s slip of the tongue.

Yusuf Zuck mentioned Zhang Bozhi’s butt; this meant he’d seen the **** photos.

“Oh, actually, tattoos are a matter of perspective.

In Thailand, the Buddhists almost all have tattoos; foreign mercenaries, American soldiers, and so on, they all have them too.

Some people see them as art engraved on their body, while others see them as a symbol of darkness!”

“What about you?

What do they represent to you?” Ruth Wilcox asked curiously.

“Cool, badass, awesome, fierce.

I used to think they were really trendy in the first couple of years, but these past few years, I’ve found them to be pointless.

Wearing short sleeves in the summer and getting strange looks from people.”

Ruth Wilcox then laughed, “Actually, if you look at them as art pieces, they’re quite attractive.”

“You like looking at them?

Well, when you come back tonight…

uh…

okay, I misspoke, don’t dock my pay.” Yusuf Zuck cut himself off halfway, realizing his mouth was running away with him, and he had forgotten who was sitting behind him—his own meal ticket.

Ruth Wilcox didn’t make a sound, just looked out the window indifferently, who knows what she was thinking.

Yusuf Zuck didn’t dare to speak again.

A little joking was fine, but constantly making fun of his beautiful boss or intentionally flirted would be going too far, crossing the line of understanding.

He had to always be mindful of his position.

“There’s a breakfast joint up ahead, stop the car and buy something to eat,” Ruth Wilcox pointed out after a few more minutes passed.

“No need, we are almost at the office.

I’ll get something to eat after I safely deliver you to the office.

Besides, yesterday’s case might not be solvable.

That Mr.

X, he’s definitely pulling the strings from behind the scenes.”

“I know, I really have to thank you for yesterday.

Without you, I can’t even imagine what would have happened.

Although having you as a bodyguard is a bit expensive, it’s worth it!” Ruth Wilcox rarely cracked a joke.

“Heh, taking someone’s money to take care of their troubles, Ms.

Wilcox, rest assured.

As long as I’m around, no one can harm a single hair on you!”

Ruth Wilcox just smiled and didn’t say anything.

To be honest, she had been really tired these past few days.

With one thing after another, she was almost unable to handle it all.

Yusuf Zuck was fooling around with her, sometimes babbling nonsensically; she didn’t say much, but secretly she was pleased because this also served to help her relax and ease her irritation.

Moments later, they arrived at the main entrance of Ferreni Headquarters, and two night-shift security guards who hadn’t changed shifts yet hurried over, opened the car door for Ruth Wilcox, and greeted her with a chant of “Ms…

Ms…

Ms…

Wilcox.”

One didn’t need to guess to know that voice belonged to none other than Wumao.

“Wumao, hurry to the elevator and escort Ms.

Wilcox up to the twenty-eighth floor before coming back down!” Yusuf Zuck said, rolling down the window.

“Yes!” Wumao snapped to attention and jogged ahead of Ruth Wilcox to operate the elevator.

“Don’t leave during the day; I might need to go out for something.

Also, switch to the phone I gave you as soon as possible.”

“Got it, Ms.

Wilcox!” Yusuf Zuck responded formally in front of others, no jokes or grinning.

Ruth Wilcox walked into the Ferreni lobby in her high heels, while Yusuf Zuck parked the car in the parking lot.

“Hey, Yusuf Zuck, over here, get in my car, let’s talk!” Just as Yusuf Zuck got out of his car, the window of a Buick business car parked in the parking lot rolled down suddenly, and there was Fleur Carson waiting for him in her Buick!