Thyme, returns to Bangkok to the Paramaa Group to work, BUT instead he gets hit in the head with an extra mission-finding a hubby, ASAP.
His granpa's only wish is to see Thyme getting married , so he arranges blind dates for Thyme to attend without...
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The smile on my face falters as I hear Dew's next words,
"They weren't easy to get, so make sure you go with a date and not with Gun," he smiles.
"Uh... yeah, okay," I say, giving him a fake smile before rushing out of the restaurant.
In 20 minutes, I'm with Gun in a cafe, telling him how I embarrassed myself in front of Dew for the nth time.
"Hahaha, so you thought high of yourself and ended up completely ruining somebody else's event," Gun laughs hysterically, hearing how I basically ensured that I'm 'not gonna become Dew's bf in this life or the next one'. I feel so embarrassed as other people in the cafe look at the guy beside me, laughing like a maniac.
"AYYY, you're mostly responsible for this, Aii Gun! You put those ideas into my head," I say, looking at Gun angrily.
BZZZZZ* Gun's phone on the table rings.
"BIOLOGICAL FATHER?" I ask, reading the name on the screen, "Did you fight with your dad again?"
"Ahhh, when were we ever on good terms," he sighs, and forcefully picks his phone up "Why is he calling me at this hour, though?"
He talks to his father for a bit before smashing the big red button and slamming the phone on the table.
"Arghhhhh... how could he tell me about a blind date on the day off?" he screams, pulling his hair and gaining other people's attention again.
"But I thought blind dates were off the table after you faked that exorcism on your last one... and after you put itch powder on that creepy guy's chair, making him scratch his bum all through the date. You're still getting offers?"
Yeah, he's weird like that.
"I think the rumors didn't spread as much as I had thought," he says, putting his head on the wall to his side. he lets out a big exhale.
"So, who is the poor guy this time? Is it the Vihokratana group?... the Jirochitkul group?" I ask.
"Ughhh... I don't know, I didn't even ask, I'm so busy with work already."
"Rather than getting wrinkles from working overtime, isn't going on a blind date with a wealthy guy more productive?"
"OOOH HELL NO! I'm never doing an arranged marriage, I'm only going to marry out of love with someone I meet through fate." he goes in his dreamland as he says that.
"Ohoo, you're really spoiled, talking about fate and all," I shake my head, drinking my Frappuccino.
"So bunny, I was thinking... I'm gonna need your help again," he says, and takes my hands in his begging for help.
He most likely is trying to convince me to go on a date with someone instead of him. No way in hell that's happening again... nope dude, I'm mature now. Well, at least more mature than I was a second ago.
