ROYALE

Chapter 8

A/N:
I have told you in the Author's Note that this story won't be pretty right? That means... things won't be easy for both of them.

They are Royale..... so...
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Before Type could mutter any words, Tharn had speeded the car towards the mall. He planned to bring his husband to the cinema as their first stop.

Watching movies in a date was typical and classic. But Type had never been on a date, and he hated crowd. So, it was his first time to watch the movie at the cinema.

Even Ming could not drag him to the cinema since Type always said he had a home cinema with abundant movies, what's the use of paying extra to watch at the cinema if he had one at home.

When they entered the mall, Type awkwardly followed Tharn. And suddenly, his palm was grabbed. Type looked up to see that it was Tharn who was doing it. He even went extra by intertwining their fingers together.

He leaned closer and whispered, "Let's show them how deeply in love we are.."

Type blinked as Tharn leaned off him. Tharn started to pull him to walk side by side.

Type still with his mouth shut, trailed his gaze to his hand which was locking with Tharn's perfectly.

He smiled thinly, It just a show. A perfect one.

Type decided to make this plan successful, knowing that he was not the only one carry this scheme out lightened his heart.

They bought snacks to consume during the movie. Tharn made Type chose whatever he wanted at the snack corner.

Not so subtles whispers entered Type's hearings.

"Aren't they the Princes?!"
"They're on a date!!!"
"Wasn't the Prince caught cheating???"
"Yeah... Doesn't he have a mistress?"
"But they look so good together even they are having a date!!"
"So it wasn't true, then."

Type bloomed a smile and glance at their intertwining hands. He could sense that this show would be succeeded.

People really bought the showdown.

They proceeded to sit on their designated chair. When they were already seated, Type was about to pull out his hands from Tharn's gripping. But the later guy gripped him even tighter.

Type frowned but he realized the lighting was still on, so they had to endure this longer.

They got enough time to check their phone before the movie started. That was what Tharn did, but Type didn't have social media. All he got were the contacts of his family and Ming and his chauffeurs.

He got nothing to do and his lids were getting heavier. He hadn't got enough sleep last night. No, more like he couldn't sleep at all since he squashed his brain to think of a way to carry out the scheme without getting Tharn in trouble.

Finally the lights were turned off, Tharn was about to say something to Type, but he realized Type had dived into his deep slumber.

Tharn studied Type's face for the first time after they've got together since last Saturday. Type had a high nose bridge, his eye lashes were longer than Tharn thought. They were framed with a pair of thick bushy brows that gave a cold impression towards anyone who met him the first time. Tharn trailed his eyes onto the lips which turned a bit pouty as the owner fell into deeper sleep.

The only lighting that came from the big screen flashed on Type's face, resulting Tharn got a clearer look of his spouse.

Type's face was overall a perfection, with his golden tanned skin, a very different color from Tharn's milky skin.