The Next Prince, Chapter 29 pg4
The Next Prince, Chapter 29 pg4
Mira was puzzled... She didn't understand Khanin and was filled with doubts. She wanted to talk and approach the other party, but she didn't follow as easily as other men. Therefore, the young nobleman didn't think that he would approach her with a marriage proposal.
The other party's gaze wasn't like that, so what could it be...
Their intriguing gazes followed the figure of the famous artist who walked hand in hand with the young celebrity through the center of the dance floor, avoiding the attention of the curious crowd. They briefly glanced back at her before turning their attention back to the person in front of themselves.
Mira used her fingertips to touch the tip left by someone else and realized that the money handed by the nobleman didn't just consist of one thousand baht, it also contained a folded triangular paper hidden inside.
Khanin stirred up human curiosity... and, of course, it succeeded.
The beautiful eyes of the Minister's son glanced at two people who became the highlight of tonight, attracting attention. Petai sat in another corner of the restaurant, in the area with high tables for solo customers who didn't want to mingle with anyone.
He swirled his finger along the rim of the glass, pretending not to gaze directly at the unfolding event, discreetly engulfed by the extravagant sights and sounds of the tourists reveling in the atmosphere.
However, the reality was different. The reason Petai came here wasn't for relaxation or entertainment like anyone else, but for entirely different and important reasons.
The news of the appointment of Young Prince Khanin Asawathawatin's new fiance. With such anticipation circulating, it was difficult to suppress the curiosity brewing behind the veiled glance when they caught a glimpse of each other in the middle of the floor.
Since sitting at the bar was ordinary, the Young Prince conversed with the people around him. Then, the female bartender took the opportunity to pull Charan out to dance.
There was nothing abnormal, but it felt strange...
It was unusual for a young girl to approach Charan so closely, not to mention the behavior that was outside the norm, different from before.
Charan wasn't one to be swayed by petty relationships, nor was he someone who could be controlled by money or power. Petai had thought of that reason.
Or it could be he agreed... because of true love.
Beautiful mouth corner twitched a smile for just a split second. He suppressed a laugh in his throat, knowing well that love can make people strange.
But someone agreeing to act like this... why did he have a soft spot for that boy?
And why did the Atsawathewathin agree to let a child tarnish the family's reputation like this. With many locked doors still waiting to be opened, and Petai needing time to find answers?
It's true that Khanin's depths are intriguing... it's curious, and that's why Petai came here.
A gentle tremor. The communication device drew Petai's attention away from the immediate surroundings, the names of certain individuals on the screen causing the pale-bodied owner to unintentionally hold his breath.
RM: Where are you?
A short message, but it made Petai realize something was amiss. He came here without informing Ramil, and for that reason. Beautiful dark eyes began to sweep around. With caution, coupled with the following text, having just enough clarity.
RM: Call. Can you call me?
A warm breath escaped. Petai told himself he was just overthinking. Ramil asked to call. It was just that, nothing more.
PT: Going to sleep now.
A concise decision to respond with sincere feelings, a slender finger pressed to close the screen, feeling a little uneasy about lying, but thinking it shouldn't be revealed.
Ramil shouldn't be here... this place is too different from his position.
“Hi.” The greeting came with the sound of a glass being placed on the table, calling for the attention of the pale-bodied host to turn, towards a person with familiar height and a familiar fragrance entering the visual range.
The newcomer wore a black cap to obscure the face, yet couldn't completely hide the true identity, Petai's heart raced, his palms became damp and he suddenly couldn't find words, no different from someone forgetting how to speak for a moment.
“So you just found out that your bedroom is here.” The voice sounded muffled, but without seeking an answer.
Petai surreptitiously glanced at the person of high lineage. Ramil didn't look his way. He chose to keep his gaze fixed on the figure in the center of the floor.
“...”
“Did you have to come and see it for yourself?”
“You shouldn't be here.” Despite being caught off guard by Ramil's sudden appearance, Petai remained composed. He didn't answer the question he knew didn't require an answer, instead substituting it with the most important subject.
Petai didn't know how Ramil came, whether alone or with followers, but it was a risky move.
“....” Sharp gazes locked in a moment of darkness and fear.
Petai saw a flicker of annoyance in those eyes. Ramil remained silent, the tall figure raised a hand to remove the black hat, as if to let out the warmth, and the smaller person quickly grasped the wrist forcefully.
“No.”
“Then let's go back..” Ramil ordered calmly, gently guiding the hand to hold a smaller wrist, lowering his face slightly to avoid drawing attention, and silently led the smaller figure away.
This time, Petai did not protest. He believes that Charan's issue is not as important as Ramil's appropriateness. The slim figure reluctantly follows the crowd and walks away.
They slip out through the back of the shop onto a street corner that connects to a less frequented road. It is not used much, and there is an unfamiliar darkcolored car.
They keep their eyes hidden in that spot.
If I had to guess, Ramil probably used someone else's car and secretly brought his father here. Petai doesn't say anything until they're close to their final destination, his figure finally breaking the silence.
“Don't do this again, it's too risky.”
“Are you also interested?”
“I'm sorry...” Sorry is easy to ask for. Because I know that this time I am in the wrong, having even a little sinful appearance might help reduce the punishment... Petai knows.
Ramil hates it when he does things without telling him, and what he dislikes the most is lying, whether it's a small matter or a big one.
“Do you know what liars deserve?”
“You can't start that here.” Not denying, but warning the person behind the wheel of what situation they're in. The atmosphere in the car is quiet, intimate, one anxious footstep is echoed when the engine suddenly revs up as the car changes direction.
“Ramil...”
“Go back to sleep with me, tonight you have to stay with me.”
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