As the elevator doors opened and Siri stepped out, Aroon noticed the drinks in the bag. He felt amused at the selection. He questioningly looked at the bag and smirked, “Nomyen? The Thanawat heir drinks pink-milk, who would have thought?”
Siri didn’t reply but his heart felt smug. He felt immense satisfaction at the fact that this young man had no idea of what Pai liked. Siri only smiled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Aroon’s breath hitched as he felt that he might be missing something. To cover up his hesitation, he picked up his bag and said, “I got all of Pai’s favorites. You didn’t have to bother. He has no need of you anymore..”
Siri couldn’t believe the guts of this young man beside him. How dare he say that? This time, the Thanawat heir made no attempt to cover his contempt as he opened the door to the flat and challenged, sneering, “And what? He needs you?”
As if on cue, the two young
