This is an unofficial fan-made English translation of We are...คือเรารักกัน (We are... we are in love). Please do not re-translate to any other language without permission. You can find the ebooks at https://www.mebmarket.com/index.php?action=search_book&type=author_name&search=%E0%B8%A0%E0%B8%B2%E0%B8%A3%E0%B8%A7%E0%B8%B5.&auto_search_id=&exact_keyword=1&page_no=1. Please support the author over there! All the rights and credits go to the original author of the novel Khun Parawee (ภารวี.) and all those involved in the production of this story. Translator: Sprite Hoang Illustrator: Unagnomasia Proofreader: azzianna, smv2454

Keng Harit is CEO of one of Bangkok's fastest-growing tech companies - sharp, focused, and never satisfied with second best. Namping Napatsakorn is his assistant - quiet, meticulous, and the only person who can keep Keng's life from falling apart. For three years, they've worked side by side. Namping knows exactly how Keng takes his coffee, which meetings he'll forget, and that he hates wearing ties on Fridays. Keng knows Namping loves jasmine flowers, can't say no to street food pad thai, and gets jealous whenever anyone gets too close to him. But when Lita - the ambitious head of Marketing - sets her sights on Keng, lines start to blur. Namping has spent years keeping his feelings hidden, convinced a CEO and his assistant can never be more than colleagues. Keng has spent just as long pretending he doesn't notice how his chest tightens when Namping smiles at him. In a world of board meetings and business deals, can they find a way to admit what they've both known all along?

Keng, a powerful yet emotionally detached businessman, never believed in love. His life is built on control, contracts, and calculated risks-a world where money can solve anything, including loneliness. That's why when Namping, a struggling artist with nowhere to turn, stumbles into his life, Keng offers him a simple solution: a contract. A sugar arrangement. Namping gets financial security-no more worrying about rent, no more exhausting part-time jobs. In return, all he has to do is be by Keng's side when needed. Dinners, events, late-night conversations over fine wine... but no feelings. At least, that was the rule. But Namping is nothing like the people Keng has kept around before. He's unpredictable, too stubborn for his own good, too warm for Keng's cold world. He teases, he laughs, he softens the edges of Keng's carefully guarded heart. And Keng? He finds himself breaking his own rules. What was supposed to be a business arrangement turns into stolen glances, lingering touches, late-night confessions neither of them should be making. "You were supposed to be temporary." "Then why does it feel like I'm the only thing real in your life?" The closer they get, the more the lines blur. Keng tells himself it's just desire. That it's not love. That he could let go anytime. But when the contract ends, will he be able to?

Pharan had always pride himself on being composed, detached even. But he is just a man. He has his needs.