ROYALE

Chapter 19

Tharn was driving his car faster than the limit set by the regulation. He didn't care. He had to stop Type's plan before it was too late. He believed he was only 30 minutes late since Type went away.

He even left Puifai soon after he got himself together. He didn't care. All he could think about right now was stopping Type by any means.

He admitted he was being a jerk towards his now ex girlfriend, but he would mend his sin after he had settled everything with Type. His husband was so close to slipping away from his hands.

And Tharn was not willing to let go. Not when they had so many things to figure out together. Not when Type had reserved a place in his heart subconsciously.

Type was his husband and he would take any actions necessary to keep it that way.

He almost reached the town when suddenly his phone rang. The King called him and told him to get to the Palace as soon as he could.

Tharn gritted his teeth once the phone call had been cut. Type must have visited his Father and told that he was divorcing him.

He was this close to lose Type.

Tharn speeded up because he could not be any later than he already was. No one knew what the next thing Type would do. And nothing could guarantee Tharn that Type would still be there if he went home.

No matter what, Tharn was definitely going to save his marriage.

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Tharn didn't even mind to turn off the car engine first once he had arrived at the Palace. He would just let the chauffeur or anyone took care of it.

He dashed out to reach his Father who had been waiting for him at the room where he had a talk with his son-in-law.

Tharn was even yet to sit down when the King stood up and pulled him by the collar. "What the fuck have you done this time?!?!"

"I swear... I swear I did nothing!" Tharn was trying to free himself from the King's hand.

The King searched for Tharn's eyes as he squinted his eyes, trying to find the truth in them. He finally let go of Tharn and pushed his son a little bit harder and made Tharn fell by his back on the floor.

"Explain yourself!" The King was in rage. He demanded explanation out of his own son. "Make it reasonable enough because I am this close to kill you!"

Tharn knew better not to make his Father angrier than he already was. Because if he fucked up this time, he knew the King would not tolerate it. He was even sure his Father could kill him with his very own hands.

He got up right away and started to explain himself. Trying to clear the mess. "I swear I didn't do anything.... It's.... It's his scheme...."

The King was patient enough to let Tharn finish off his explanation. So Tharn continued, "He invited me to have a gateaway together with him because you have repealed the punishment.... He wanted to celebrate it together so he planned all of it. I didn't even know where he was going to bring me.... Then.. I was really shocked when he brought me to the place I used to visit with her... At first, I thought it was just a coincidence, but it hit me really hard in the face when I saw her right in front of me... And the next thing I knew was Type was divorcing me...."

Once he had done explaining, the King was yet to reply. He inhaled a deep breath and exhaled it with a single push.

"Do you really think it's all his doing?" That was the first thing the King gave as his reply to Tharn.

Tharn furrowed deep, "What do you mean...?"

The King approached him while locking his gaze with Tharn's, "Do you really think Type is capable of doing that?"