KS1- Possessive Tharn ✔ (Completed)

Chapter 50 identity revealed

Type's POV

I was busy redecorating Thea's room. Forget about the wallpaper. I painted some cute drawings on the wall instead. I am so satisfied with my work.  Thea needs to sleep in our room tonight, I  guess.

"Baby!" I heard my hubby calling from our living room. He got home early today.

I quickly went downstairs to welcome my hubby. "Babe, let me wash my hands first." He pulled me into a warm embrace. "Hey, I smell like paint."

"I don't care, baby. I miss you."

What's wrong with Tharn today?

"Are you hungry, want nuggets?" I asked him.

"Nope, baby. I want you." He made me giggle.

"As much as I want to, but Thea will sleep with us later. Her room is newly painted." I think we need to skip tonight's session.

"We can find ways, baby." He smirked. He is planning something naughty again.

His business phone rang. He quickly answered it.

"Zee, really? Are you sure?" He asked Zee from the other line.

I know Zee. He is a famous detective. I am sure Tharn is not aware that I knew that guy. I've been really curious about their business since yesterday.

I left him in the living room and went upstairs for a warm bath.

A few minutes after, I heard Tharn knocking on the bathroom door.

"Baby, needs to go out for a bit. Give me an hour. I'll be back quickly."  He asked for permission, but he didn't wait for my response.

"Damn you." I yelled, even if he couldn't hear it anymore.

He is really up to something.

Tharn's POV

"It's tough to gather information from that family. They are very private people. I can't even find their birthdays. But I found one of their family pictures. Look at this." He handed me a 4r-sized picture. This is 100% Type. I am so sure of this. He was like 12 or 13 in this picture. He was sitting on probably his grandfather's lap.

"This is him." I told Zee.

"If this is him, then according to my source, this guy in the picture is a spoiled brat who loves clubbing and shopping. He doesn't like responsibility and left their home when he was sixteen. But that is not the reason why he left. I need to gather more information about that. His parents are not in the country by now."

"Thank you, Zee. Do not text my personal number, okay? I need to go home."

I saw Type sitting on the couch.

"Where have you been?" He is not looking at me.

"Just bought these." Glad I found a pizza parlor and Starbucks near our meeting place earlier.

"Really? You can order it online. Stop pissing me off."

"I was about to buy bath soap in the convenience store, but I can't find any. We have no stock already." What a fucking excuse is this shit?

"Gross. What soap are you trying to buy? Babe, since high school, I'm only using oud wood shower gel. My skin is sensitive, so please don't buy anything aside from that."
Why didn't I notice this before? The perfume brands that he likes and his favorite clothing shops are all expensive.
"Babe!!!!! I'm talking to you. You're spacing out." He yelled.

"I'm sorry, Tom Ford, right? Let me order it."

"What are you thinking? You've been like that since yesterday. Are you okay? Why don't you rest, for now, babe? I'll wake you up when dinner is ready."