Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Many days had passed since she lived in this mansion. Even though it looks big and beautiful, it is lonely. At first, she was shocked because there was no voice from any user. But later found out that he had hired the only butler who oversaw taking care of this place. As for the cleanliness and decoration of the garden, it will hire a company to follow the time provided.

 Mongkol, who is almost sixty years old but still looks strong. Perform all functions within the mansion. Including other matters assigned by the young man. Like the most trusted secretary, if not counting “Apo”, the white chicken that the young man raised. She still can’t find an answer to relieve her doubts.

Mirawadee sighed as she sat in the garden pavilion. Today is a holiday according to the calendar. So, she read, listening to music, and resting until lunch. The butler called and walked into the dining room. With the young man sitting first

“Uh, in conclusion, my private room…” Mirawadee said because that night, he said he would split the room, but it had been several days. Everything personal belonging to it carried her into his bedroom.

Rachata looks at her. It’s not that I forgot to set up a room, but I thought that sleeping together didn’t feel uncomfortable. Or that she hates him.

“You don’t want to sleep next to me, do you?” The disappointed tone of his voice differed from the calm expression on his face, making Mirawadee speechless.

“Well, you said you wanted me to separate the rooms. So, I... thought you needed privacy,” said the woman in a low voice, pretending not to care. Reach out a spoon, scoop the food onto the plate, and start eating.

At first, it’s good to just think that different people are different, but when he is with each other, he feels more fun. A world that has been gray for hundreds of years. Now he is seeing some colors.

“No, at first I thought you wanted privacy. But if you don’t mind me, we can sleep together as usual. Don’t you think so?”

The young woman who is staring at him, how can a wife hate her husband? Well, she’s been thinking about this for a while now. Besides that, they just slept next to each other.

“Yes, I can do it anyway.”

“So, is there anything else you would like to add?”

Mirawadee shook her head in response as she scooped some food into her mouth. What could be more demanding than life without fleeing the daily pursuits? Just the peace of mind returned to the way it was before.

The young man glanced at the desire of the young woman in front of him. Even though she demanded more, but she didn’t.

“Really, would you like to go on a honeymoon somewhere in particular?”

After hearing him say this, Mirawadee suddenly gasped. She never expected this because the marriage was not involved emotionally, so there was no need to demand what other couples do.

“Ah”

Rachata looked at the other side’s face enough to guess. He hadn’t thought of this before, but when he saw the young woman didn’t ask for anything. And acted aloof. So, he thinks there should be more time to strengthen relationships.

“Why are you so shocked?”

The young woman adjusted her expression to normal, looked at the young man, and smiled faintly, because she hadn’t expected it at first, and when she heard it, she was naturally shocked.

“No, I just thought you might not care about this kind of thing.”

Rachata put down the cutlery, got up from the table, walked around to the girl behind him before leaning down. One hand embraced the other while whispering.

“I care about everything that makes you love me. Because I’ve been waiting for you for that long.”

What does he mean? Is he waiting for her to agree to marry him?

Mirawadee did not understand the meaning of what the young man said. Turning to ask, he loosened his embrace and walked away. The warm breath that watered the nape of her neck and the warmth remained unfailing. The sound of a heart that had never beaten so loudly became pulsating. An embarrassed smile appeared on her face. She looked towards the door and the shadowless destination of the other party.

On the other side of the wall, near to the dining room. Rachata leaned against the wall in confusion. Holding hands is not an intentional act to make the other person feel good. But it was he who wanted to do that.

The young man laughed at the defeat of his own heart. He doesn’t know how long it will take to undo the curse. If it’s longer, it’s not good. It’s not good if it must.

He was afraid of falling in love with her.

The time of the day passed quickly. Life after marriage has not changed. So far, it’s been half a month. The young woman split up to work with the young man because she wanted to hide the matter in silence, and he hadn’t been getting into the company much later. Mirawadee intends to work with customers. Go to the job site and attend seminars with customers.

In the day’s evening, after having finished talking in the factory with customers, before returning to Mirawadee, drive to a shopping mall. While walking around to buy some personal items, her eyes caught sight of a passerby. The round eyes stared, trembling in pain.

‘Nat, a former fiancée, is happily hanging out with other women for shopping. Slender fingers clenched tightly. Because it hurts the foolishness of loving a selfish person. Wasn’t he supposed to dupe her into selling so he could pay off her debts?

“Bastard!” Mirawadee gritted her teeth and scolded the other party before hurriedly turning her head and walking out. Even though his heart wanted to walk in and criticize him. The love that had been there for many years had faded to nothing. Only the pain of being betrayed left.

Mirawadee hurriedly picked up the items and walked to pay the bills before quickly walking away as much as possible.

“Luck!” A familiar voice called her nickname affectionately. Mirawadee pretended not to hear him and hurriedly walked away. But it seems like it won’t catch up because the other party grabs her wrist. She stopped walking and almost didn’t want to turn around.

Nat held her wrist before walking in front of her. He shocked and thrilled to see each other again. But he had found a reason it was following him again.

Hunted even though the girl had given up paying off all the debts.

“I miss you… a lot.”

Mirawadee looked at him and smiled at him. If she was, before everything was lost, there was only one person left. But now it’s not a fool. Once is enough. The word love or miss is just a selfish man’s breath.

He is very shameless!