VegasPete (fanfic) ABOverse

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Pete's POV

After Vegas moved to a private room, his condition gradually improved. However, his shoulder and left arm movements were still limited due to the fractured bones, and his left fingertips remained weak and numb, requiring physical therapy.

I had the chance to visit the Minor Family's house to check on the progress of the renovation of my room. Vegas had an appointment to inspect the room, and if everything was in order, we could start moving in the furniture.

I managed everything until around noon. Coincidentally, Macau didn't have classes today and knew I was coming, so he arranged for the kitchen to prepare southern-style curry for me. Therefore, I had to change my plan from having lunch with Vegas at the hospital to having it here to honor Macau's gesture.

At the minor Family's house, we didn't eat with the bodyguards every day. That day, Porsche, Arm, and I joined them at the table in the middle of the courtyard to welcome us and to have a meal together.

"Why is there only this kind of food? Who can eat this?" The voice wasn't far, causing Macau and me to exchange glances. I was surprised, but Macau looked irritated.

A woman's voice from inside the house.

It must be Khun Pim.

"Khun Macau ordered this today. It's southern curry all day," I continued eating, feeling sorry for the cook who responded meekly.

"I don't eat spicy food or curry paste. You all know that. Where is he? Oh." Footsteps approached, and I saw Macau put down his spoon, waiting for the source of the voice with a smile at the corner of his mouth. I did the same.

"Macau!" Khun Pim arrived, but the table kept her from getting closer to Macau.

"What's wrong with southern curry, aunt?" Macau's use of "aunt" made her beautiful face twist in displeasure.

"You know I don't eat this food, yet you deliberately ordered the kitchen to make it. You're acting like an immature child!"

"Who's the immature one? Being picky, can't eat regular curry. Is your mouth on top of your head? Too high up to eat ordinary food."

"You brat..." Pim walked closer to Macau.

"Khun Pim," I interrupted, making her pause.

"Think before you speak. Macau is Khun Gun's son. What position do you hold in this house? Should you address him that way?" I asked quietly, making her turn to assess my right to reprimand her.

"Pete, you're just a bodyguard for the main family..." she said, sneering at me.

"That's in the past. Now, I'm Vegas's legal husband, and you know that."

"Just as Gun told me, the main family planned this well, sending someone like you."

"Vegas, who used to look down on me and others for being with Khun Gun, now ends up being bound by you."

"Shut up! Pete isn't like that!"

"You shut up, you brat. Your brother at least works, but you're just a troublemaker seeking your father's attention. If not for your brother protecting you, you'd be in an orphanage by now."