BLINDED BY LOVE

CAN I PURSUE YOU?

After a night passed, Pon barely slept for a few hours.

Early the next morning, he woke up Bank and told the foolish boy to leave.

He was still wearing a robe, deep blue velvet fabric, making his fair skin shine like a jade sculpture.

After a night passed, Bank wasn’t as timid as before.

But there was a bit of inexplicable admiration in his eyes when he looked at Pon.

He bowed to Pon sincerely, “Thank you, Mr. Thanapon.”

Pon remained expressionless.

He wasn’t used to this kind of scene, but with his experiences, he didn’t show much on his face anymore.

“Hurry up and go,” he said, “in the future… don’t be so easily manipulated, do whatever you want to do.”

Bank nodded repeatedly, feeling embarrassed, and smiled awkwardly.

He wanted to say something more to Pon.
But just like the scene yesterday, the quiet corridor was interrupted by the sound of a door opening again.

Pon’s expression changed.

Could it be?

Is this hotel cursed for him?

Every time he goes out, is he destined to meet his ex-boyfriend?

But soon, he realized that some things were just coincidences.

Sailub, in loose black home clothes, leaned against the doorframe, walking out from inside, looking at them coldly.

Pon couldn’t explain why, it was almost a reflex, he put his hand on Bank’s shoulder.

He awkwardly adjusted the slightly wrinkled collar for Bank, casually saying, “Look at you, rushing so much, didn’t even bother to straighten your collar.”

Bank also saw Sailub beside him, he stood stiffly, not knowing what was happening now, not daring to move.

It wasn’t until Pon gave him a formal smile and said, “Hurry up, don’t you have work to do?” that he felt like he had been granted amnesty.

He didn’t dare to say anything more and left with his coat.

Once Bank left, only two people were left in the corridor.

Normally, Pon should have gone back to his room. But he leaned against the door, arms crossed, a layer of boredom evident in his eyes, and asked Sailub, “Mr. Sailub, what’s going on? Did you eavesdrop early in the morning, or do you have something to go out for? If so, why haven’t you left yet?”

He chuckled again, the sarcasm evident in his tone.

Sailub had been silent since a while ago.

He truly hadn’t slept all night.

Although the hotel room was warm, he felt cold all over as he sat in the living room.

He imagined Pon on the other side of the wall, not knowing what he was doing with that young man, feeling a pang of pain in his heart.

After a night like this, he heard a very slight sound coming from next door.

It was as if a gray-white statue slowly came to life, and his fingers moved lightly.

He knew full well that as a respectable adult, he shouldn’t have come out.

He shouldn’t have stood so stiffly and awkwardly in this corridor, face to face with Pon.