The Next Prince, Chapter 24 pg5
The Next Prince, Chapter 24 pg5
“Oops!” A small figure whose arm was pulled and slipped out, a petite body less than ten centimeters tall in a hoodie, black in color, wearing a face mask, stumbled out.
The attempt to shuffle away was futile. When Charan firmly locked the other party, his narrowed eyes scrutinized cautiously.
At this point, the person who was caught couldn't look up or speak, while the other side was wearing a tight-fitting outfit, but the familiar scent wafted up and tickled his nose, bringing back vivid memories of someone.
Someone... who shouldn't be standing right in front of him at this moment.
“Be gentle. It hurts, squeezing someone that hard, that is just an arm. Not a dumbbell.”
Charan furrowed his brow when the mysterious person removed the hood, revealing his true identity, his pale lips trembling with concealed thoughts. The two pairs of eyes met and exchanged a deep understanding, just as it happened a few days ago.
“Young-Lord... How did you get here?” The older person's voice was harsh, and thoughts about Khanin surged through their mind like a rushing stream. Charan looked at the other party, concerned, while the younger one was unable to find a proper stance.
“I've come to find someone here.”
“Who...” Charan momentarily forgot the appropriate terminology to use, upon hearing that someone else had an appointment. He mentally identified the person Young-Lord wanted to see.
To ensure safety, he introduced himself. He had to thoroughly investigate the individuals around Young-Lord, but as soon as he heard the next sentence, all thoughts of investigation had to be abandoned.
“I'm here to find someone.”
“Charan Phitakthewa, do you happen to know him?”
Because that person... is himself, not anyone else.
“Run fast, can't catch up! I have to get news and photos of that man.”
The jarring noise reverberated, causing the nerve impulses of the leading members of the royal family to awaken. Charan hadn't answered Khanin's question yet, the opposite. He quickly grabbed Khanin's wrist and pulled him closer, applying pressure on the other side until their backs almost touched the wall of the shop, before using his own body to shield the smaller figure. “What... are you looking for?”
“They are paparazzi...” Charan referred to the loudly shouting individuals who had just passed them moments ago. He clarified succinctly.
“...”
“This restaurant only attracts famous people, so incidents like this happen often. They shout and chase each other like this, and soon others will join in.” The older man spoke in a tense tone. He looked left and right, trying to find an escape route, but it seemed he hesitated too long.
“Go check that way, the restroom.” The sound of whispering came from a distance not too near nor far.
Charan exchanged glances with Khanin, their eyes meeting... There was no other choice left.
In a split second, it seemed that this time Khanin was faster than Charan by a large margin. Suddenly, the other party pulled out an exit door that even someone as experienced as Charan couldn't anticipate.
“Sorry.” The apology sounded like a diversion, while the small hand swiftly reached around the neck, before gently touching the face of the person in the embrace, signaling to an intimate friend that they were close to the confines of the royal zone.
Their eyes met in a synchrony, within the close range of a passing breeze, before their lips... left nothing to be blocked, not even the passing breath could be separated...
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