The Next Prince, Chapter 37 pg1
The Next Prince, Chapter 37 pg1
Chapter 37: Concern.
Phitakthewa's morning was quiet, warm breeze blowing from the north, the servants still working as usual, only Narong, the important butler of Lord Charan, was rushing with a serious look as if not greeting anyone at all.
The middle-aged man's behavior was strange compared to his usual routine on the long corridor. Narong walked and sometimes ran, holding a brown paper envelope with a restless posture. He arrived at the largest bedroom in the mansion, knocking on the door a few times and then holding his breath as he entered with caution.
Lord Charan was still unaware that someone had opened the door and sat in the innermost part of the bedroom, hugging his knees, with a calm face in his black satin pajamas at the work desk, setting the mobile phone leaning against the stack of books, paying full attention to the person on the screen he was video calling. Only that.
Inside the private room of the Phitakthewa family's leader, there were sounds of laughter and giggling. However, it was certain that the laughter did not come from Narong’s boss. The tone of the laughter heard was slightly sharp, and it was a sound that has been heard frequently lately, becoming somewhat familiar.
The sound belonged to Young Prince, a young prince of Asawathevarin.
[PrinceKalavin said that he will come to watch the rehearsal tomorrow, that guy always shows up without prior notice. When he arrives, he just sits and watches us rehearse, saying nothing, and I have no idea what he's thinking.]
Narong walked over and stood behind, avoiding the angle where Young Prince could see him, in order to maintain decorum and not make the room's owner feel uncomfortable upon seeing him.
“He said what time he will come.”
[Probably around ten o'clock.]
“Why does he have to come so early?”
[I don't know, maybe he wants to see Nin secretly. I wonder if he has a secret crush on you, Nin.]
The sound from the person on the phone didn't bother much, but Narong's face became tense, and the middle-aged man discreetly glanced at the boss's face. Charan's expression changed slightly, not saying a word until the person on the phone had to shout.
[Phii Ran... why the long face... is something wrong?]
“No, I'm fine.”
[Certainly, it's because of that expression. Why? Are you jealous?]
“...”
“....” Narong fell silent again, but this time Charan looked back at the person on the phone before exhaling softly.
[Remaining silent like this doesn't feel good at all. I'm sorry for saying that he likes me. But it seems plausible, always showing up just to provoke us. Why, if he doesn't like me, then it must be someone in our team.]
“There's no need to apologize, if he likes you, Nin, he's not doing anything wrong. I'm not angry at you, I'm just handling my own feelings.” The tone at the end of the sentence softened slightly.
Narong chose to secretly observe, but the familiar butler thought it wouldn't be good if he teased or said anything while his boss was showing such vulnerability.
[Why should you handle my own feelings? You shouldn't, he should be the one handling that idiot. He's Prince after all. Why, he start to like
me?. It's provoking, I want him to be provoked a lot... Is that not enough for you, Khun Charan, how provoked are you?]
“Well... actually, I'm... I'm deeply provoked. I like you Nin a lot.”
[Exactly, that's right, go on Khun Charan, how provoked are you? Just say it.]
“I don't want him to get close to you. If he says he'll come, let me know right away. I'll go and be with you first, I don't like the two of you being together.”
[Great, thanks for telling me. I will be very pleased... Ah, you are so cute.
You must be tough, not letting him find a way to be near me.]
“...”
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