Dear Husband (VegasPete)

Chapter 29

He called Pete, probably for the hundredth time, but Pete had turned off his phone.

Nop knew how worried he was about Pete going to the temple alone and tried hard to get him there faster than usual. Despite this, it still took them 3 hours to reach the temple. The sun had set and somehow, there were not as many tourists as when they were on vacation. After circling around the parking lot, he found Pete's car, the one Vegas had given him as a gift.

He hurriedly got out of the car and asked the people at the temple where the monk was. They directed him to the other side of the temple, where no tourists were allowed to pass. The path was only lit by fire torches and full of mosquitoes, but after walking for a while, Vegas found the temple he was looking for.

As he got closer, he faintly heard a conversation between two people.

"—understand, Luang Por." He heard Pete's voice.

"Pete?" he called from outside.

Pete and the monk turned to him at the same time. They were already standing near the door, as Pete were preparing to leave.

"Ah, you're here." Pete smiled at him like nothing was wrong, "Luang Por, we're leaving."

"Huh?" Vegas muttered confusedly.

The monk nodded, "Be careful on your way home."

"Yes, Luang Por." Pete bowed and walked towards him with a smile, "Let's go." he said as he put his arm around his.

Vegas blinked dumbly, "That's it? We're going home?"

Pete frowned, "Did you come here to pray?"

"No, I came for you but I haven't talked to Luang—" he looked back at the monk who should be standing but he was already gone.

Damn, he hated that super creepy monk.

Vegas sighed and walked towards the path he had just passed. He actually had a lot of questions for Pete, but seeing his overly relaxed expression, he felt like this wasn't the right time.

"You turned off your phone." Vegas wasn't asking.

Pete looked surprised and quickly took his phone out of his pocket, "Ah, I forgot to charge it before I took it." He said apologetically, "How's Porsche?"

"He's out. He's waiting for you at home." Vegas answered.

Pete hummed, "That's good to hear, he must miss Chay a lot. Were you driving here alone?"

"No, with Nop." Vegas was little confused with the sudden change of topic but he answered it anyway.

"How about we stay here tonight?" Pete looked at him.

"Here? At the temple?" Vegas was shocked.

"No, silly, I mean at a hotel near here." Pete laughed, "I passed a few nice hotels on the way here. We can rest there tonight and head back to home tomorrow morning."

If that wasn't weird, he didn't know what to call it, "Pete, are you okay?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Pete's big eyes looking back at him.

"Because this is so..." he was at a loss for words and just scratched his hair, "So you want to stay at the hotel tonight?"

Pete nodded, "Yes, if you're comfortable leaving Macau at home or we can go back now."

Macau's conditions were much better and with Porsche at home, he should be fine at home, "No, let's stay here." Vegas agreed. He didn't know what Pete had in mind, but if following his absurd ideas was the way to find out, he would do it.