Bowen thought quickly, after all these years, he would appear in front of him with a phone call, if he really married, the shift would be adjusted, and he would not be able to see her at any time as before, Bowen suddenly felt a chill, as if Emma was about to slip away from him.

Yu Flail whispered, "Brother, why don't you speak"?

"Oh, I was thinking about that feeling".

"What? Do you feel scared"?

Bowen stroked his forehead, "This feeling is the same as when you left me, you feel that you will be lonely, the manor is so big, but there is no one to talk to, it is very empty."

There was a faint pain in your heart, "Brother, you are too lacking in family affection, so you care about family affection, you regard Emma as your family, but now that we are all by your side, you can think about looking at her with other eyes, or using a kind of attraction to the opposite sex to discover the person you like."

"Sister, when you were in France, you said you were going to introduce me, it wouldn't really be Emma, right?"

"What, brother, you care a lot"? The flail thief laughed.

"I really care."

"Did you feel embarrassed by that?"

"No, it's just some of her actions to me before, and now my heart is racing."

"For example".

"For example"! Bowen thought for a while, "For example, feeding me medicine, covering me with a quilt, going out to help me organize my clothes, these bodyguards and servants will do it, but Emma will feel very abnormal when she does this, I can't say that feeling, I just keep staring at her, as if I like to stare at her."

"Brother", Yu Flail paused, "Maybe you don't treat Emma as an ordinary family member."

"What do you mean".

"The biggest difference between a bodyguard and a servant, the bodyguard is only responsible for security, and the servant is in charge of daily life, but Emma next to you has both identities, think about it, if your mother Hannah is still around, will she let Emma intervene in her private life"?

"No", Bowen sat up, "you mean that I have always been very dependent on Emma, and I have always let her cross the line"?

"Well, Emma doesn't care about this, brother, it seems that you don't reject it."

"Heh", Bowen smiled, "do you think that Emma and I have no relationship, everything else has been integrated into life".

"Well, it should be like this, so do you have that impulse for her now"?

"Impulsive", Bowen quickly examined his heart, and said after a long time, "Eh, this problem, let's talk about it later, it's not too early, hang up, go to bed early."

"Hehehe, my brother is shy".

"Who said that".

"Okay brother, you can rest early, if you still want to talk to me, call me at any time."

"Good, my good sister".

Hanging up the phone, Bowen fell into deep thought, does Emma have a boyfriend now? How would he feel if one day she did get married?

The more I think about it, the more I feel that it is wrong, he is not used to that kind of life, he is not used to Emma not being around, although he handed Emma over to Yu Flail several times, but he still sees her, she is still his person, if Emma really gets married one day, he can't find Emma out in the middle of the night to accompany him.

Thoughts go back to the distant past, after the death of his mother, before the flail appeared, during this period Emma as his hereditary bodyguard, Bowen would always call Emma to accompany him to watch the night scene, accompany him to eat, silent Emma always stood quietly beside him, always quietly accompanied him, perhaps because Emma has always been silent, so he did not find out.

A long, long time ago, Emma was different from other hereditary bodyguards, a long time ago he cherished Emma, Bowen once felt that it was because of the loss of his mother Hannah, he and Emma had the same pain, so he would be like this, today talking to Yuflai, Bowen found that it didn't seem to be the case, the feelings in his heart were not so simple to look at Emma.

The more Bowen thought about it, the more confused he felt, maybe this was an incident provoked by the flail, so he had such an illusion, first called other hereditary bodyguards to take Emma's place, to see if there would be ripples in his heart, thinking of this, Bowen walked out of the door.

The top floor of the Royal Hotel is the residence arranged by the United Arab Emirates for Bowen, and the empty floor is occupied only by his and Emma's rooms, and the rest of the bodyguards, attendants, and staff are all downstairs.

"Emma, give me the list of hereditary bodyguards," Bowen said loudly as he opened the door.

The sound of the rushing water, Bowen stopped, he has always been like this when he visits, Emma's room will not lock the door to facilitate his entry, and now Bowen seems to be quite concerned about this dark rule.

Emma is taking a bath, he'll come back later, Bowen said to himself, but why are his legs and feet so heavy, he seems to want to look at Emma out of the water hibiscus, to see if there will be any strange feeling in his heart, but this seems to be too unseemly, Bowen hesitates, to go or not to go?

At this moment, Emma, who was wrapped in a bath towel, walked out of the bathroom, and saw Bowen startled at first, and then quickly returned to the bathroom and put on a bathrobe to come out.

"Master Bowen, do you have any orders?"

"Eh, you...... You give me the list of hereditary bodyguards".

"Okay, Master Bowen."

'Be natural, be natural,' Bowen said to himself, pretending to be calm and sitting down on the couch.

Why didn't any of them qualify? Either the height of the suspect, or the appearance of the suspect, or the resume of the suspect, Bowen, who was anxiously flipping through the list, scolded himself, "You are not looking for a wife, why are you so picky."

Emma looked at the impetuous Bowen and made him a cup of coffee.

"Thank you".

Emma said softly, "What kind of adjustment does Master Bowen want to make?"

"Just call me Bowen in the future", seeing that Emma didn't speak, Bowen raised his head, "What, aren't you used to it"?

"Yes, Master Bowen".

"Actually, I'm not used to it", I cursed in my heart, blaming that good sister.

Emma frowned slightly in puzzlement, Bowen also felt extremely embarrassed, wanted to call to consult You, and felt that this would lose his brother's authority, so he slowly and reasonably, absentmindedly flipped through the list, and said in a low voice, "Are these people so hereditary?"

"Yes, Master Bowen, what adjustments do you want to make? Please indicate".

"I'll just do it myself", Bowen stood up after speaking, tilted his head slightly and glanced at Emma, "Your pajamas are beautiful, rest early".

"Good night, young master".

Closing the door, Bowen's heart was beating violently, there were such things that happened before, he always consciously retreated, today he didn't leave, and he actually felt it at this time.