The Next Prince, Chapter 35 pg1
The Next Prince, Chapter 35 pg1
Chapter 35: Kiss.
“Young Prince Khanin... Are you asleep, Your Highness? Young Prince... You haven't had dinner yet... Oh my god.”
The eyes sparkled as Chakri's calling voice came from behind the halfopened door, gradually separating Khanin's tall figure from the bed, reluctantly descending from the high posture and retreating with a startled face. At the moment when a thumping sound followed.
Chakri let out an exclamation of surprise, stumbling almost stumbling on his own feet. The young butler was nearby. Once steadied, he shifted to knock on the door, coinciding with the opening of the door from the inside.
“Young Prince... Is something wrong, Your Highness? You look flushed.” Chakri asked immediately upon sensing the abnormality.
Khanin shrugged off the question even though he knew the real reason for his own condition.
“No... Um... It's just hot in here.”
“Hot... Oh, didn't see you Khun Charan, thought you had already left.” The inquiry wasn't complete yet. Chakri stepped into the room just enough to catch a glimpse of Charan and inquired with a hint of curiosity.
The sharp-eyed gaze beneath the glasses looked at the two figures standing apart, their faces turned away as if they had just gone through a peculiar situation together.
Having an argument, huh...
The question arose in the young butler's mind, but he couldn't speak his thoughts. Chakri could only manage to smile mischievously.
“I'm about to leave.” Charan responded promptly, rising from his seat, not forgetting to grasp his loose buttoned shirt, body tall, walking to the corner of the room. His sharp gaze turned back to the person on the other side, giving a polite greeting.
“Oh.” Khanin paused, his lips thinning as he approached without looking, one of his hands still holding his unbuttoned shirt tightly.
“Haven't you had dinner yet, sir? I prepared it for both of us...”
“Not hungry yet / it's fine.” Chakri replied before he could finish his sentence properly. The moment their voices exchanged across the distance.
The plump-bodied butler frowned and looked at the little Young Prince, who had alternated glances with Charan before realizing that both of them only avoided each other's gaze.
A strange tension filled the air, the interior of the room seemed suffocating, just before Chakri could open his mouth to speak, the head of the Phitakthewa family bowed respectfully to the young Young Prince, then turned to face, holding back his face, and quickly opened the door, passing by Chakri.
Left with nothing but an empty feeling of suffocation.
What just happened…
…
The rain outside continued to pour relentlessly, the sky dimmed with streaks of rain bending down through the atmosphere, the cold, biting from the cool air helping to reduce the heat that simmered in Charan's chest.
The sound of shoes hitting the floor echoed through the hallway, as long, slender legs walked briskly without pausing. Despite several noblewomen pulling back their dresses to show respect, their eyes glanced forward, while their feet continued to stride without pause. But their minds couldn't stay focused on the path ahead, even for a moment.
On the contrary, it only reminded me of a certain individual who had just left...
That certain person who made my heart race like this.
“Khun Charan, I'll walk you to the door.” Someone greeted Charan as he passed through the last gate, knowing that on rainy days, the young man would never walk out in the pouring rain.
Charan would usually wait until someone from the Phitakthewa clan brought him a large umbrella and escorted him to the car. But today was different from any other day. The leader of the Phitakthewa clan didn't even stop to wait. Instead, he walked out into the rain without uttering a single word, standing still in the midst of the downpour without seeking any shelter.
It felt like I was falling into a trance, my hands clutching the black earpiece, the first gift from that person. The memory remained vivid in my mind, soft and smooth from the touch, the warmth, and the faint fragrance that lingered.
The image of a white figure sitting, hugging himself, looking at him with unreadable eyes still haunted me. Although they had separated for a while, Charan's heart still beat fast and painfully whenever he thought of him.
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