The Next Prince, Chapter 31 pg3
The Next Prince, Chapter 31 pg3
However, Khanin's response went against the grain.
“Couples don't do this... we have to do something different.” In addition to not walking ahead, Khanin chose the opposite approach. He reached out and grabbed Charan's hand, tightly clasping it and intertwining their fingers, sending warmth through their touch, creating a gentle turmoil for the tall figure who now seemed to have lost consciousness.
“...”
“Look, remember that we have to play our roles convincingly this time. I'll say whatever you want, I'll do it. I have the responsibility to play my part, but no matter how I act, I still have to follow what I want. Let's take the bird as a bird, the woodcarver as wood, and... Khun Charan as I please. Khanin, the ultimate one in the world, like this.” Charan sarcastically suggested that Charan stop looking puzzled.
The head of the Phitakthewa family couldn't help but burst into laughter, but ultimately he conceded defeat and let his bewildered expression fade away.
It's not about fulfilling duties; it's purely a personal feeling.
Understood. Let's go.” They responded to the words before heading straight towards the sign that read ‘Nirand Homestay’. It stood out, with a slightly obscured entrance, intricate decorations, and a modest space that invited newcomers to feel the warmth and scent of the local community.
Charan swept his gaze around the small hallway. After passing through the entrance gate, there was an area designated for welcoming tourists. Inside the homestay was quiet, with a blend of cottage-style decorations featuring white and brown furniture that contrasted with the lush greenery of nature, creating a refreshing ambiance.
In front of them was a long wooden counter unattended, and on the table was a small golden bell, accompanied by a sign explaining its use.
‘Ring for service.’
*Ding, ding.*
The bell rang out almost immediately after Charan finished reading the message. When he turned to look for the source of the jingling sound, he discovered that it was held by someone younger than him.
“We're here to meet Jae-Jirat... Is he available?”
“Um... Is there something wrong? Just tell me. Because Jae... he doesn't want to see anyone right now.” The middle-aged woman's expression was filled with concern, as she was undoubtedly worried about unexpected highranking individuals barging into her house without prior notice.
“Hello, Khun Charan... Hello... Uh, Young Prince Khanin.” No introductions were needed as they were already familiar with each other, saving time.
“Hello, no need to be so formal, feel free and at ease.” A relaxed manner encouraged a relaxed conversation, but it couldn't completely conceal the confusion that naturally appeared on human faces.
“Did you reserve a room?” Both of them cautiously looked at the homestay owner, trying to understand who would be the one to engage in conversation.
Charan read the companion's gaze before taking a slight step back, realizing that it would be Khanin who would take the lead.
“We came to see Jae-Jirat... Is he here?”
“Um... Is there something I can help with? Just let me know because Jae... he doesn't want to see anyone at the moment.” As a mother, her anxious demeanor showed her deep concern, as unexpected visits from high-ranking individuals without any prior notice were undoubtedly worrisome.
“I have an important matter to discuss with him, something he specifically asked me to bring. If we don't meet today, I'm afraid he might miss an important opportunity.” Khanin's eloquent speech was intriguing, but now Charan felt that the young man had crossed another level of development.
Besides learning how to speak well, he had also mastered the art of maintaining composure in all situations. Khanin could choose a new tone that exhibited both authority and respect towards the elderly.
Straight to the main point without deference, but subtly hinting at the purpose of their meeting today... it was to negotiate an important matter.
And if the other party became excessively obstinate, he wouldn't hesitate to refuse wasting more time.
“So...”
“Wait a moment!!” It seemed like the timing and luck were aligning, Jirat, who had just stepped out of his wide-eyed room, had wasted time sinking into the sadness of missed opportunities.
“...”
“You-Highness... I'm here... Apologies for the wait.” He hurriedly descended the stairs, replying to Khanin's request.
The young theater actor gasped for breath. He almost collapsed, taking less than a minute for his tall, luminous figure to run and stop behind his own mother.
I'm ready to talk, let's talk, I'm thrilled.” Jirat's face was filled with hope.
Khanin looked out and could clearly see a glimpse of Mira's presence reflected in the eyes of the new team member.
“Alright... If that's the case, let's find a quiet place to sit and talk.” Khanin lifted a smile, helping to ease the previously tense atmosphere.
Jirat hardened his face and quickly gestured to the other side to walk straight into the reception room.
The leading actor took the lead, while the prince followed quietly, his stern expression tinged with annoyance, causing Charan to struggle to keep his lips tightly pressed.
The title certainly suited Khanin, there was no one else.
“I won't mince my words.” After the owner of the place arrived at the reception room not long after. Khanin began to set the scene, placing the tea cup prepared by Jirat's mother on the small table before addressing the important topic.
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