𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥 ᴊᴏʏʟᴀᴅᴀ

Ch. 5 ~ Mr. Protagonist

Dobyson House

"How is the food, son? Eat more, I cooked a lot of delicious dishes just for you,"

Mrs. Boonprasert said with a warm smile.

She was happy because Jace was staying with them for a while, especially since her husband was out of the country for a business trip. Having Jace around made her feel like she had another son to take care of.

Doby, her real son, pouted as he watched his mother shower Jace with attention.

"Oh, Ma! Did you forget that I'm your real son here? You didn’t even bother putting food on my plate!"

he complained, pretending to sulk.
Mrs. Boonprasert chuckled at her son’s jealous reaction.

"Oh, my dear son, Jace is our guest, and as his host, it’s my duty to take good care of him. Besides, don’t I spoil you every single day?"

she said playfully. Jace smiled while watching their cute argument. It was amusing to see Doby get jealous over his own mother’s attention.

"Oh! When Pierre is here, you spoil him a lot, and now it’s Jace?"

Doby whined, pouting like a child.

"I don’t even know if you still love me, Mom!"

Mrs. Boonprasert's laughed, shaking his head. She knew how much her son loved being the center of attention.

"Mom, how often does Pierre sleep over here?"

Jace suddenly asked, curious about Pierre’s connection to the Natachai family.

Mrs. Boonprasert thought for a moment before answering.

"Hmm, almost every weekend. My son here is such a homebody, so Pierre usually stays with him. Poor Pierre, he doesn’t even get to enjoy clubbing or going on out-of-town trips because his best friend here is too lazy to join him,"

she teased, throwing a playful glance at Doby.

"Mom! I do go out sometimes and party too!"

Doby protested, feeling attacked.
His mother smirked and shook her head.

"Ha! Yeah, sure, you try to party, but the moment it hits 9 PM, you start complaining and begging Pierre to take you home!"

she teased, making Jace chuckle. Doby groaned in frustration.

"Oh, come on! I only get bored easily, and anyway, Pierre never complains. In fact, he even says he’s sleepy too!"

He defended himself. Mrs. Boonprasert knew her son and Pierre’s friendship very well. She was happy that Doby had a true friend like Pierre.

"Alright, alright, let’s stop teasing Doby now,"

she said, turning to Jace.

"Jace?"

"Yes, Mom?"

He answered politely.

"I hope you have enough patience for this one and won’t give up on him easily,"

She said, smiling knowingly. Jace understood what she meant. He simply nodded and smiled in response.

"Mom!"

Doby whined again, still unable to understand why his mother loved teasing him, especially when he was with Pierre or Jace.

Dobyson's Room.

"You wash up first. I’ll bring extra pillows and blankets for you,"

Doby said as he fixed his bed.