CHAPTER SEVEN

Thanakorn POV

I woke up the next morning with a banging head. My head was aching, and I could not recall anything except that I came home slightly drunk.

I sat up, staring around my room. Then I sighed heavily. Just then, my eyes caught something weird.

My outfit had been changed.

Was Naphat around?

I quickly shook my head.

“Naphat wouldn't be coming this morning. She wouldn't have been here all night.” I told myself, trying to get a glimpse of what had happened last night.

However, my effort to recall anything was all in vain. The only answer I could think of was that Chaiwat must have somehow gotten me to change.

My eyes widened.

Had something unexpected happened?

Just then I rose from the bed with my aim being to question him, that was my only way of getting an answer.

***

Chaiwat POV

While I was getting breakfast before my boss woke up, I heard a knock on the door. I paused for a moment, waiting to hear it again.

The second knock came, and I hurriedly untied my apron to see who the person was. Just as I opened the door, Korn's wife entered, dressed in an almost sultry outfit, with her brown hair swinging at her back.

“Where is Korn?” she asked without glancing at me.

“He is in his room.” I told her. “I don't think he needs any disturbance for now due to–.”

She cast a dirty glance at me.

“You have no right to tell me what to do and not do.” she said and walked away towards Korn's room.

“Oh shit, they are married. That was definitely the most stupid thing to say.” I mumbled to myself before getting back into the kitchen.

A few minutes later, the lady walked into the kitchen, slapping her slippers on the floor as she walked.

I felt irritated.

Where the hell did Korn get this lady from?

Honestly, with his good-looking features, he could have done better.

“I need to get some soup for my darling. He is craving some.”

Darling?

I gulped hard.

“I am almost done making some for him.” I told her.

She ignored me and took a spoon from the drawer. She drew a scoop from the soup and blew it cold.

“Is it spicy?”

“No, Korn–”

“Mr. Thanakorn. He prefers to be called that.” she interrupted with a cold tone.

“Yes, ma'am.” I said with a slight nod and continued, “Mr. Thanakorn does not eat spicy foods.”

“Says who?”

Says who?

I have known him for years! I wanted to yell, but I kept quiet. She barely knows me. Even Korn does not remember me and we have been separated for ten years, so what if he had started to like spicy food during those years?

“It was just a thought, ma'am.”

“I knew it was a mere thought because Thanakorn loves every dish I make him, and you know what? He doesn't complain about anything.” she said with a smile as she got a bowl to dish the soup out.

As I perceived the spicy aroma from the soup, I felt a bad feeling welling up inside me. The Thanakorn I knew from years ago would never let me feed him anything spicy because he had an ulcer.

And now she was about to give him a bowl of spicy soup…

***

“Babe, the soup is ready.” the lady announced as she walked into the living room where Korn was already seated.

I looked at him only to notice, his gaze was fixed on me. I quickly averted my gaze as my legs began to shake.

“Thank you, Naphat.” he said, his gaze not leaving mine.

“You should try it.” she urged him just as she noticed his lingering stare at me.

“Yes, I should.” Korn said, picking up the spoon that laid beside the bowl.

Korn, please don't do this, I wanted to beg.

But then I couldn't bring myself to. It was just certain that he wouldn't eat the soup. Or maybe I was just being delusional.

So I watched as he carried the spoon, dipping it into the soup and scooping some liquid. I watched as it approached his mouth, hoping he would pause midway and reject the food.

But it went on until it was inside his mouth. And the moment he swallowed it, my heart skipped a beat.

Thanakorn would never eat such. Years back, he would reject every spicy food brought to him by me on the claim that he had an ulcer. He even made me stop eating spicy food, just for his own sake!

I bit my lips to stop myself from feeling any sort of emotion towards him.

Had he even loved me then?

I mean, I did everything to appease him only to see him continuously breaking my heart. Even if what I had for him was long gone, I still could not bear to watch him do this.

“Do you like it?” Naphat asked him with a smile.

I watched as he slowly nodded his head.

“It tastes nice.” he told her with a slight smile.

Naphat smiled in return then turned to me, “Can you get a glass of water?

“Sure.” I said and retreated to the kitchen.

Suddenly, I saw a figure standing in front of the kitchen, I turned to see Naphat smirking at me.

“I told you he likes spicy foods.” She said, “Thanakorn loves me so much that he would do anything to make me happy, even if it means eating extra spicy foods.”

On hearing this, I bit my lips harder to stop myself from whatever that was about to happen and took the glass of water to the dining table.

I set it beside Korn and watched as he was almost done with the food.

This time, he did not bother to glance in my direction, but in my heart I had only four words to say to him: I hate you, Korn.