BLINDED BY LOVE

BOMBSHELL

Sailub hung up the phone and stayed in the living room for a long time.

The house was very quiet, with a slight breeze coming in through the window, gently lifting the off-white embroidered curtains.

He remembered when Pon had just let him listen to the sound of the waves and showed him the small seashell he had found, standing barefoot in the seawater.

The night light fell on Pon’s face, making his features particularly gentle.

He felt a sense of calm happiness from the bottom of his heart.

Even though they were thousands of miles apart, when he looked at Pon through the screen, he almost had the illusion that he could touch Pon’s face with his hand.

But as soon as the call ended, he sat alone in the deserted living room, and that little bit of happiness was like a fleeting spark, disappearing in an instant, leaving only endless loneliness.

This inevitably made him feel melancholy.

Sailub glanced down at the clock.

It was eight thirty in Paris now. Tony had gone out to drink with friends tonight and probably wouldn’t be back too early.

He stood up from the sofa, preparing to fry some lamb chops for dinner casually.

However, as soon as he stepped out of the living room, he bumped into Tony coming down the stairs from the corner.

When their eyes met, Tony chuckled in a strange manner.

“Finished already?”
Tony stood on the stairs, teasing, “It’s rare to see you so engaged in chatting about personal matters for so long.”

The word “personal matters” was drawn out, carrying an obvious hint of teasing.

Sailub immediately understood that Tony must have come back earlier and overheard fragments of his conversation with Pon.

Facing Tony, he didn’t have any intention to hide. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, not denying but saying, “Would you like to join for dinner? I’m preparing fried lamb chops.”

Over an hour later, Tony and Sailub sat together at the high table in the dining room, each with a small rack of lamb, a salad, and a bottle of Napa Valley Cabernet Sauvignon.

Tony took a sip of red wine. That night, he had clearly consumed too much alcohol, but his gaze remained clear, with just a slight flush on his face.

He smiled as he looked at Sailub, like a gossiping parent peeking into his teenage son’s love affair, and he slapped Sailub’s shoulder playfully.

“Come on, tell me, who did you just call on the phone?” His tone even carried a hint of coaxing. “During your return to Thailand this time, did you meet someone special?”

Sailub felt a bit sore from the pat on his shoulder and glanced at Tony in silence.

This mentor of his was good in every aspect except for being a bit too nosy.

He had none of the aloofness expected of an artist, instead, he was lively, passionate, and flirtatious, truly a libertine who could have numerous lovers.

Sailub calmly took a bite of his salad, not intending to hide anything from Tony, but he didn’t know how to broach the topic at the moment.

Tony had shown concern about his romantic life before, even suspecting whether he had been heartbroken and emotionally scarred, which had led him to remain single all this time.

But Sailub always avoided the topic.

Pon was like a piece of fluorescent stone hidden in his past, rooted deep in his heart.