บททั้งหมดของ Wheels of Fate (MM): บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Pakin’s P.O.VBy the time Sean and I finally stepped out of the locker room, my skin still tingled from his touch, my pulse unsteady, but I forced myself to shake it off. We had training to get back to.As we walked back to the main hall, I expected to see May waiting for me, arms crossed, ready to question why I had disappeared with Sean. But to my surprise, she was nowhere in sight.Wait, what?I frowned, scanning the room. “She’s gone?”Sean seemed just as surprised. He glanced around, his expression unreadable. “Looks like it.”“That’s… weird,” I muttered. “She’s been sticking to us like glue all morning. For her to just leave like that—it doesn’t make sense.” Knowing her, if she really wanted something, she wouldn’t let it go the way she just did now.Sean exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Maybe s

Pakin’s P.O.VThe drive home was quiet, yet my mind was anything but. The events of the day played on an endless loop—from my training, to my intense encounter with Sean, and now, May.Shia.I had been so caught up with everything that I had completely forgotten about her until now.Guilt settled uncomfortably in my chest. She had left the track abruptly, and I hadn’t even checked on her.I pressed harder on the gas, determined to get home and talk to her. Just like when I let everything go to focus on training earlier, I pushed everything else to the back of my mind now and redirected all efforts to get home.But when I arrived, something felt off.As I pulled into the driveway, I noticed a group of people standing on the front porch. What’s going on?My caretaker, along with several maids, all looked visibly shaken. Their faces were pale with worry, and some

Pakin’s P.O.VI hesitated. A part of me wanted to refuse, to brush it off and deal with it later so I could just go and fucking sleep already.But another part—the part that knew I couldn’t afford to let injuries go untreated—sighed in resignation.“I’ll be fine, Miriam,” I assured her, though even I wasn’t entirely convinced of my own words. “Just an ice pack, is all.”She hesitated for a moment, like she wanted to argue. But then she just nodded, retrieving one from the freezer and wrapping it in a clean cloth.As she handed it to me, her expression remained firm, motherly concern etched into her features. “If the pain worsens, you must tell me,” she insisted. Something about the way she said it left no room for argument. “Please remember that you’re no ordinary man, but the second prince of Thailand. You mustn’t forget your status

Pakin’s P.O.VI stood in front of my closet, flipping through my clothes, but my mind was far from the fabric beneath my fingertips. I had anticipated resistance, anger—maybe even another argument first thing in the morning.But not this. Not May slipping away without a word.And for some reason, that unsettled me more than anything else.Was this some kind of new tantrum? Was this another way to punish me for something that wasn’t really my fault?I pulled on a plain black shirt, tugging it over my head before grabbing a jacket. My fingers hesitated on the zipper as my thoughts spiraled.May had always been a constant in my life, but last night had made me question so much. Had I really been as blind as I felt now?I thought I’d find her all swaddled up in the guest room, nursing a hangover, but the fact that she just left… did she not want to fix things with me? Had she ever truly seen me the way I saw her—as someone she cared for, rather than just someone who was convenient to hav

Pakin’s P.O.VA steady, rhythmic beeping pulled me from the depths of unconsciousness. The scent of antiseptic wafted in the air, sterile and sort of metallic. My eyelids felt heavy, my limbs weighed down as if I’d been asleep for years.Slowly, I forced my eyes open, blinking against the bright fluorescent lights. White walls. A faint hum of activity outside the door. The realization crept in belatedly—I’m in a hospital.Disoriented, I tried to move, but even that was a struggle. My thoughts were slow, muddled, struggling to piece together how I got here.Then, movement.Sean.He was by my side in an instant, his face filled with relief and concern. His hair was slightly disheveled, dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept in a while.“You’re awake,” he breathed. “How are you feeling?”When I opened my mouth to answer, my throat was dry, my voice