NIGHT LIGHT

CHAPTER SEVEN.

A/N: Hi Loves, I'm finally back with another update. I had the most annoying case of writers block for this one, which has VEXED me! Thank you for standing by. Sorry it took sooo long 🙏 Happy Reading 😋🥰 .

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"What is the most surprising thing you've learnt about your partner, since being married and living together?" Asked Khun Carla.

A slender lady with bob cut brown hair with bangs, doe eyes, short stature, and amiable disposition. Conducted the interview.

The couple glanced at each other, before quickly looking away, attempting to stifle their laughter from one another.

"Erm...."

"It's ok you go first." Said Earth magnanimously, picking imaginary lint off his jacket.

Mix observed his Husband incredulously. Rolling his eyes, before returning his gaze towards the Journalist.

"Yeah right, you just want me to go first coz you can't think of anything just yet."

"That's not true."

"Ok then... if it isn't. Why don't you go first?" Mix challenged

"Don't try and get out of going first. Answer the question." Dismissed Earth.

Mix huffed and Khun Carla giggled, thoroughly enjoying the light bickering between them.

Mix cleared his throat and began to describe his observations on his Husband thus far. Dreamily recalling his Husband's uncharacteristic goofiness.

Earth averted his gaze, endeavouring to swallow down the sudden bout of shyness. A faint pink flush slowly appearing above his shirt collar.

"And you Mr Pirapat, what have you learnt?"

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She smiled at the pair sitting across from her. Their interview flowing freely and amicably, as if they were casually hanging out with friends, rather than a stranger.

Carla started to wonder if the rumoured domineering austere young billionaire was indeed a reality, or just an urban myth. Yes, he had been stolid and slightly distant. But he was softer than portrayed. Especially, in the presence of his newly wedded partner.

Carla vividly remembered, about a month ago; it was a miserable and rainy day, when her Editor discreetly called her into his office for an unexpectedly important meeting.

Her Editors often envied big corner office was dwarfed in a stifling air. Therein sat, her Editor, the Chief-Editor, a couple of senior editors from other departments and none other than Mrs Evelyn Pirapat herself. As chic and intimidating as rumoured.

The hurried private meeting was to put together an 'Exclusive Editorial'. With non-other than the very private Earth Pirapat himself.

The name alone sent a tremble through their bodies. He was to be announcing, the recent marriage to his partner Mix Wongratch. And that they were expecting a new addition to their family.

The meeting went by in a blur. Mainly, with them all responding when addressed. Brokering no argument with the formidable woman before her.

Ending with them about to sign NDA's that promised not saying a word about the special editorial, until the next edition was to be published. and if met, they'd receive a gift in the form of a bonus.