My 419 Nightmare

24. Can I Have This Moment?

Ming's POV

He looks so deliciously adorable today. I can see how subtly he hide his shock upon seeing me. Firmly grasp his hand, I hold it longer, preventing him from escape.

I've been waiting to be introduced to him for a long time. I barely touch my food tonight as I feel nervous to finally meet him, officially. I'm worried on his reaction when he finally knows who am I. Is he still mad at me? Will he finally listen to my explanation?

To be honest, I have none. I can't explain why I'm taking advantage on him over and over again.

Except... love......

I love him.

"Ming, you can call me Ming."

He turns paler by the second. Is he still sick? I keep holding his hand as he subtly try to peel it away.

"Are you okay? You looked pale."

He takes a step back as I step up to him. It hurts. A small frown crease on his forehead and he visibly puff his cheeks a bit.

"I'm just fine, Mr. Dachaipaya. Just a bit tired. It has been a busy day after all."

Double hurt. Where is the sweet tone that you use to call me with?

He locks his gaze to me and out of the sudden the air around me turn cold. I freeze, blinking blankly at him, as he finally peels my hand away. He excuses himself and whispers some word to the other chef, the one in blue top, the one that I've met before.

He walks away after that, half rushing to the exit, before turning back to me, as if he knows my gaze is following him. A taint of pain flashed on his eyes before he pushes the door and disappear behind it.

"Sir."

Key hold my arm as I tried to chase after him. I turn back to him, ready to glaze my anger, only to realize some of the higher up are looking at me in confusion and interest.

"Excuse me. I need to leave in a moment. Key, I'll leave you to handle everything here."

I compose myself, doing some last minute chit chat, counting every second that had passed after he left.

"Ah, I would like to congratulate The House of Us for the success for this dinner. Relay my congratulations to your chef. It's seems like he is too busy to stay."

The chef let out a small awkward smile and nod as he takes my hand. I leave directly after that, trying my best not to run for the door, chasing him.

I rush through the corridor hoping to catch him after I left the hall. Who knows after I make a turn at the next corridor, I found him.

"Kit!"

He turns around, shock to see me. I'm in more shock, seeing how pale he is, leaning on the wall, shaking. He tries to escape but I chase him down.

I turn him to face him and I can see tears glistening in his eyes. He is still shaking but he didn't try to escape. It feels like my heart had been step upon seeing his painful face.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Kit. I'm sorry."

I hold him close, hugging him tight, begging for his forgiveness. He keeps silent, giving me no response. It wasn't for a while that I realize he have gone limp in my arms.

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Kit's POV

I need to leave.

I lock my gaze on him, throwing him with my sub-zero gaze. I smirk inwardly seeing how he freeze in front of me. It seems like my skill is working toward this man.

I peel my hand away, leaving him gawking. I greet some other VIPs and excuse myself. I had to ask Mew to handle everything as I take my leave.

I rush to the door. I can't help it. I need to get to the toilet now. As I stop by the exit, I turn back, trying to see him.

Perhaps... for one last time.

He is looking at me... with... what?

There is something in his eyes that hurt my heart upon seeing it. I can't concentrate on it now; I can barely hold myself.

I head toward the nearest bathroom, between to the dining hall and the kitchen, and get to the first cubicle, throwing up as soon as I enters it.

Shit...

I need to go home. I can't be seen like this.

I cleaned up as best as I can and head to the locker room to get my stuff. As fast as I want to get out from here, my body betrays me.

I feel sluggish and heavy all of sudden and dizziness has starting to cloud my mind.

I can bare walk, leaning on the wall, heading toward the elevator. All I can think about is I need to get home.

And how he looks...

Ughh... Just shut up will you.

What? I'm stating the fact. Unlike you, hiding behind all your insecurities and stuff and making excuse for something that is not real.

Not real you say? This... in my stomach is real. There... in the toilet, my vomit is real. Me... being allergic to seafood is real. But this reality is not something normal, okay!

"Kit!"

I turn around, hearing someone called my name.

Shit. Him? What's he doing here?

Chasing his love, I guess.

Ignoring him, I tried to run. But I can't. My heavy steps can't even escape him as he chase me and turn me around, facing him.

I have no idea how I feel at this moment. I know I need to run. To get away from him. To hide and never see him again. But some part of me is craving for him. His love, his touch, his everything. Hence the reason I keep still, listening to how he begs for my forgiveness as he hug me tight.

I close my eyes, taking a deep breath, inhaling his scent. His scent is calming me down, toning down my nauseousness. I miss this.

I miss him.

Sleep, Kitty. You're save with him, na.

I don't know what happen as I drift off in his arms.

All I can think about is can I have this moment, and have it forever.

You can, Kitty and you will.

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To my dearest readers,

Hey guys,

Perhaps some of you might have notice that Ming no longer call Kit his angel.

It wasn't a mistake and Ming is not having a second thought.

It just that he feels he is unworthy to call him that.

Ming kinda stop calling Kit his angel a few chapters back, after Kit's rejection.

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Until next time...

Bubye...

💖 J