White Tulips and Daisies

CHAPTER THIRTY TWO

𝐴𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑡, 𝑊𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑠.

"𝐿𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑅𝑎𝑚 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑒."

𝑊𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑡. 𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑚𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑒. 𝑊𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝐵𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒. 𝐴𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛, 𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑙.

𝑊𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚. 𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑙.

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤.

–

The morning sunlight seeped through the window of the room. Build is still asleep on top of Wichapas' clothed chest. An arm is resting on his back, while Wichapas' other hand is on his head. Build groaned, stretching his body. Wichapas opened his eyes, any sign of sleepiness can not be seen on his face.

"Good morning, love," Wichapas whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Build's forehead.

Build blinked up at him, his face scrunched in sleepy confusion. "Morning," he mumbled.

Wichapas smiled, heart swelling at the sight. Build looked impossibly adorable—his hair tousled, eyes squinting against the golden sunlight, cheeks still puffy from sleep.

"You're up early?" Build asked, voice still thick with drowsiness.

Wichapas nodded. "Didn't want to wake you. You were out cold... even snoring," he teased with a gentle laugh.

Build froze for a moment. Snoring? That meant he'd truly rested. For years, sleep had been elusive—either stolen by late nights or shattered by early mornings. More often than not, he'd wake in the dark, tears streaking his face with no memory of why. It had become routine. But last night... last night was different.

No dreams. No interruptions. Just peace.

"I think I slept more than eight hours," Build murmured, almost in disbelief.

Wichapas brushed a strand of hair from his forehead. "You did. And you looked so calm. I didn't want to take that away."

Build smiled, stretching his stiff limbs before sitting up. "What do you want for breakfast? Are you working today?"

Wichapas slid closer, wrapping his arms around Build from behind and resting his chin on his shoulder. "Prem's handling the office today. I'm all yours. I'll cook—what are you craving?"

Build tilted his head, thinking. "Anything's fine... but I want crab soup with carrot strips. Creamy. Yellow."

Wichapas groaned playfully, pulling back to give him a mock frown. "That's oddly specific."