Chapter 4

I subtly shuffled back a step, wanting to be closer to my 'Enforcer' for some sense of security.

Turns out, he was even quieter than me. He walked so silently that several times when I turned around, I nearly jumped out of my skin.

“Mr. Vance,” I whispered, lowering my voice. “Could you please make some noise when you walk? Scaring people like that can literally kill them!”

He tilted his head, his pitch-black eyes looking exceptionally creepy in the dim light. “Ghosts think the same thing,” he murmured.

Me: (Speechless)

The comments section had already lost its mind laughing.

[Hahahaha! The bodyguard guy totally knows how to mess with the streamer!]

[I ship this pair so hard! One screams, one tells ghost stories!]

[Chloe: I hired you to protect me, not to scare me!]

I took a deep breath, telling myself to be professional and not let a weird bodyguard affect my emotions.

We reached the door of a patient room, marked 'Intensive Care Unit.' The door was ajar, and faint, almost imperceptible crying drifted out.

My legs instantly turned to jelly.

“My fam, did you hear that? There's a sound!” I said, feigning calmness, while frantically hinting at Damon with my eyes.

—Dude! Go! It's your time to shine!

Damon received my signal, nodded, and then... walked around behind me, positioning himself *behind* me.

Me: (Confused)

“What are you doing?” I was dumbfounded.

Without changing his expression, he said, “Protecting you.”

“How are you going to protect me from *behind* me?!”

“If a ghost comes from behind, I'll spot it first.”

I nearly laughed in exasperation. What kind of twisted logic was that?!

Just then, a loud *clatter* suddenly came from the patient room, like something had been thrown to the floor.

“AHHH—!” I couldn't hold it in anymore. My scream echoed through the entire hallway, and I instantly jumped, clinging to Damon like an octopus.

The comments section flooded again.

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[An iconic scene is born! Streamer's new accessory!]

[Why does the bodyguard guy look so calm, like he's even enjoying it?]

I clung tightly to Damon's neck, burying my face in his shoulder, trembling like a leaf.

Damon's body was cold; I could feel the chill even through his thin clothing. But he was incredibly steady; with a whole person clinging to him, he didn't even sway.

He freed one hand and gently patted my back, a gesture that was surprisingly comforting.

Then, he leaned close to my ear, his voice low enough for only us to hear: “Chloe, if you don't get down, I'm going to throw you in there.”

Wait... what did he call me? Chloe?

I snapped my head up, staring at him in horror.

My real name was known by almost no one except my family and my agent!

To protect my privacy, I'd always used my stage name, 'Chloe the Daring.'

How did he know my name?

My heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition suddenly arose.

Before I could think it through, he'd already grabbed my wrist, forcibly peeling me off him.

His strength was astounding; my wrist throbbed where he squeezed it.

“Don't be scared,” he said, looking at me. The corner of his mouth curved into a noticeable smile for the first time, but it made my blood run cold. “I'll go in with you to take a look.”

With that, he pulled me toward the patient room where the strange sound had come from.

I struggled desperately, but his pincer-like grip made me utterly unable to move.

“No! I'm not going! Let go of me! Help!” I screamed my lungs out.