CHAPTER EIGHT

Chaiwat POV

A few hours after having all the work done, I laid flat on my bed, staring at the white ceiling of the large room.

The room was not what I was used to, in fact, it was almost the same size as the house I grew up in. But unlike mine, this place was quite comfortable.

Just then, my mind drifted to Korn. I rolled my eyes, recalling how he had eaten that spicy soup without batting an eyelid.

Fuck him!

“Or fuck myself for thinking about him when he actually doesn't give a fuck!”

Suddenly, my phone rang.

I glanced at it and reluctantly picked it up.

“Chai?” I heard Wut say as I answered the call.

“Yes, Wut.”

I heard him let out a heavy breath. “Oh, thank heavens. I thought you wouldn't survive.”

I narrowed my brows. “Why?”

“You know, I mean, it is your first time working in someone's house.” he said then paused, “how is he? Your boss, I mean.”

I hesitated for a moment. Then I remembered Wut knew nothing about my new boss. He had no idea I was working for Thanakorn.

“Wut, I–”

“You are stressed? Look, that is how work is. You get stressed, tired and feel like wanting to give up. But don't let that get to you.” he advised.

I rolled my eyes.

“Enough of your rambling. I did not say I was planning to give up.” I told him.

“But you sound…sad.”

Yeah, I was sad. But how can I bring myself to tell him I was working for Korn?

Wut would freak out for real. Even though I needed to let him know, I doubt this would be the best time for that.

“It is just work…nothing else.”

There was a pause at the other end. Then a deep breath from Wut.

“Tell me about this boss of yours. Is he hot? Does he have a girlfriend? Or is he gay? It would really be better if he was gay.”

“Wut! What do you mean by that?”

“He is definitely rich, so if he is gay, you could definitely leverage him to meet your needs.” he told me.

I sighed.

This man was such an idiot.

“Wut I don't need a man, I need money. Who cares if he is gay, he wouldn't still look in my direction.” I explained.

“You are hot, Chai, who wouldn't want you? Have you tried seducing him?”

“Wut!”

Wut let out a chuckle. “Fine. Fine. As long as it is not Korn, you are good to go. That guy really messed with your heart and moved on with his.”

My heart skipped a beat.

Not now, Wut.

“I have moved on too.”

There was another pause.

“I doubt it. He was your first love, remember?”

“You know nothing about that.”

“Yeah, but you told me that.” Wut said to me.

Fuck myself!

At that moment, I thought I heard someone shout. I paused and listened.

“He is probably making some calls.”

“Are you talking to me?”

“No, not you. Don't you have anything to do?”

“Um, I have a shoot–”

Suddenly, I heard a crash.

I halted immediately with my heart racing.

“What was that?” Wut asked me.

“I don't know. I have to go find out, let's talk later.”

“Okay, be careful.” he concluded and hung up just as I rose from bed.

I took a cautious walk to the door, opening it slightly to sneak a peek.

There was no one.

Then I heard the shout again. Not a shout, but a wincing sort of shout, and it was coming from Korn's room.

I quickly rushed to his room and knocked, hoping he would open the door. But he didn't, instead the sound was getting louder.

So I barged in with my body shaking.

There was broken glass from the glass cup and water spilled on the floor. And there I saw him, lying on the floor with his hands gripping the bedsheets tightly and his eyes shut. When I got close, I could see he was sweating and gritting his teeth hard.

“Korn– Thanakorn?” I called, shaking him gently.

He flung my hand away, but I was not going to give up.

“Korn, you are in pain.” I said as I tried to carry him up.

Just then, my eye caught it. A sachet of Omeprazole, an acid-reducing medicine meant to suppress his ulcer.

I clenched my jaws.

“Why did you force yourself to drink that soup when you clearly know your body cannot handle it?” I asked in a murmur as I carried him to the bed.

When he was lying on it, I walked to the shards of glass and began to pick the bigger pieces.

“Ouch!” I yelped as one of the shards cut my palm.

But it was not painful, not as painful as seeing Korn in such a condition.

After trashing the glasses, I brought another glass of water and took the medicine sachet as I walked straight to his bedside.

“Sir, you have to take your medication.” I told him as his body continued to shake.

When he did not answer, I popped a pill and raised his head gently to put it in. Before I could do that, he pushed my hand away.

“Get out.” he mumbled.

“I will not. You are in a critical condition, and I am here to assist you.” I told him.

No matter how much he pushed me away, I had already made up my mind not to consent.

Not now. Not today.

“You have to take this.” I said, bringing the pill to his lips again.

This time, he did not flinch.

I gently put it in his mouth and brought the water to his lips. But he refused to take it.

I sighed.

Would you quit acting like a child?! I wanted to shout.

Without the drugs, I knew he wouldn't be able to sleep well, and somehow I had to get him to take it if I wanted the pain to stop.

So with the only thought left in my mind, I took a mouthful of the water from the glass and kept the rest on the table beside him.

Then, leaning in close to him, I brought my lips to his and transferred the water to him in a kiss.