THENEXTPRINCE, Special Chapter 4: Destiny is far away but meet anyway.

The weather during the fluttering time of Emmaly country was pleasantly cool, with the scent of lilacs permeating the entire area. Khanin swept his eyes around, observing the workers moving rice bags to various positions in the house, and smiled happily.

The plan for the new house and the move back to Emmaly that they had discussed about a month ago had come true very quickly. Charan seemed to be very adept at making everything happen.

However, the truth was that the other side had secretly been preparing this house for a long time, but was waiting for Khanin to agree and to help decorate the interior together.

Khanin let the person hired by Charan take care of the detailed arrangements in the house. He himself turned left and right to walk and pick up a box of stacked books and hugged them.

The boy intended to go up to the room on the second floor to store them, but before he could go out, one of the servants that Tarin had sent to help came in abruptly to find him.

“It’s okay, let me lift it up myself.” Khanin said apologetically, and walked straight up the curved staircase, stopping to look at the view from the window at the staircase landing. His gaze swept out to the river and Daveen Palace in the distance.

It was a good location… Charan had chosen well.

As for Tanattai, he also had an old house not far from here. On the first day Khanin invited the other side to come and live with him, but his father refused several times to speak of the matter again. Nevertheless, the other side was persistent in wanting to spend some time together.

“I think that you might want to spend time together, you wouldn’t want this old man to interfere.”

“Don’t be embarrassed and pretend to invite others into your love nest.”

To say that doing something is wrong means being embarrassed to the point of acting improperly. Tanattai still had plenty of soothing words to say without sitting down and having a straightforward conversation with Charan, but he acknowledged that the other party was happy to be that person.

Tarin is the same, and for the birth father, that person was happiest to learn that he would permanently move back in with Emmaly. It can almost be said that he is always ready to help with everything related, including Chakri the plump butler.

“Excuse me, Khun Narong. As for tomorrow’s work, people can come to do it in the morning.” Charan’s voice echoed as he walked out of the office while talking to the old butler about the catering for their new home that they will arrive at tomorrow.

“Got it. My Lord.” The hard working person was heavily burdened, and Narong followed up here to serve. Even though Charan did not return to the old ancestral house, the other party still insists on volunteering to look after the house here occasionally.

Khanin smiled broadly at the older person, exchanging a few greetings before the other party asked to take leave because he had an appointment with his family.

“Why lift it up yourself, wait for me.” The tall person with a messy hairstyle confidently used a voice that no one had ever heard before to speak. Charan walked over and took the book box from the small person’s hand before moving toward the edge book room along the aisle.

“I can lift it.” Although he spoke like that, he was willing to let Charan take care of it. Khanin slightly frowned as he looked at the wide back.

The older person managed to arrange the books in the box and put them back in order, while Khanin tried to move closer to help, but only managed to compete with someone else and had to do it himself.

“Hungry yet?” The latest question caused two layered eyes to flash in Khanin’s mind, mainly because they agreed that this was their first night together in such a warm house. Charan will be the one to prepare dinner himself.

“Ugh, I’m starting to get hungry.” The small slender legs jumped and clung to the older person’s arm.

Charan brought the young person down from the book room to the lower level once again. Everyone else seemed to have left with Narong. At this time, their small house was quiet.

Charan and Khanin agreed that they did not want other people to wander around the house and cause confusion, so they needed to rely on their own abilities first. As for cleaning, a housekeeper would come to take care of it regularly.

Tonight’s dinner is spaghetti cream sauce. The recipe seems straightforward and easy, but it’s hard to describe it fully. Khanin was pulled by a tall figure to wait at the bar counter.

The open style kitchen allowed Khanin to observe the cooking process in detail. Charan looked agile, performing everything smoothly, like painting a piece of art.

Small, slender hands rested on the table. Khanin couldn’t take his eyes off Charan. He was like a gift created by the gods.

The other side appeared impeccable in every way. Even when wearing stains in the kitchen, the beauty remained unchanged.

Charan’s posture was relaxed, and every move made Khanin enjoy watching him tirelessly. He didn’t know when the other party finished cooking until the dish was served in front of him. Khanin hardly had to move.

The spaghetti in cream sauce looked so delicious it made Khanin’s stomach growl. The young man blushed with embarrassment. As the chef needed to remove the apron, their eyes briefly met.

Charan still didn’t care about his own food. He signaled for Khanin to try it before settling down to listen to a compliment from the other high level food critic.

“Is it delicious?” Because Khanin just gazed, the usually confident Charan began to worry and raised an eyebrow as he waited for the young man to smile.

“It’s delicious!” The compliment was accompanied by an adorable thumbs up gesture. Khanin clapped his hands in satisfaction, then demonstrated to the chef how much he enjoyed the dish.

The dinner was finished quickly, and Khanin ate with a grin on his face. Charan was pleased to take care of someone he loved and felt even happier when he saw the other party was happy too.

“Let me wash the dishes.” Nin said. Khanin pretended to ignore him and stood up. As soon as he saw that Charan was willing to accept it without arguing or forbidding him, he quickly collected the plates onto his arms.

“Let me help.”

“No, it’s okay Phii Ran, it’s your turn to rest. Since just then I accepted sitting and watching you cook, it’s my turn to wash the dishes.” With that, Khanin headed towards the dishwashing area.

He spent some time sweeping and cleaning the kitchen before returning with a hot drink in his hand. He passed it to the tall figure, ending it with a sweet smile.

“Here you go, specially made by me.” he said. The gray cup contained a rich, dark hot chocolate with a fragrant aroma. The new angle of Nin’s mouth was higher than before, but Khanin understood that it was Nin’s intention.

“Thank you.”

“Try it and see if it’s delicious.” Because Charan was the one who made dinner, Khanin wanted to serve. The young man stood eagerly waiting for an answer, and Charan became the drink critic while the young man waited eagerly.

“I already know it’s delicious.”

“Try it before you decide. No one has tried it before you except father and me.” The younger one urged the elder while nodding. Charan lifted the cup to his mouth, sipping the sweetness that contained some bitterness at the end.

“It’s delicious, really delicious. Perhaps because Khanin knows I don’t like overly sweet drinks, foods, or desserts, he made this hot chocolate not overly sweet.”

“Do you like it? Is it tasty?” The question was asked when someone else remained silent for a long time.

Charan smiled, lifted the glass in his hand and drank until it was empty, before using his warm tongue to lick around his lips and lowered his head slightly to whisper a few words that Khanin had never heard before.

“It’s yummy, but…”

“But…”

“But Nin… you are even more delicious.”

…

Music from loudspeakers created a lively atmosphere in the water side resort garden, where a celebration was underway to congratulate the new home owner and welcome the return of Khanin and Charan.

Tarin, Tanattai, and Chakri were the first to arrive followed by Vetis and Itti with Miss Mira. Shortly after, Ramil and Petai came together before Evaa and a group of Thawetmetha’s bodyguards arrived.

“I brought a gift from my father.” A medium sized gift box was sent over to Charan, the young lady smiled at the older man and nephew before sending a smile to those around her. “Congratulations Khun Charan.”

“Thank you, it’s very kind of you.”

“Thank you, Evaa. How are you? Let me know if anything’s missing.” Today’s party wasn’t overly big, but the food was adequate and comfortable.

Charan and Khanin decided to recruit Tarin’s staff to help manage the catering so the owner of the adjacent house didn’t have to worry too much.

Evaa had left and disappeared into the garden, just as a luxurious convoy pulled over. Khanin turned to look and Charan didn’t have time to ask before the imposing figure of someone appeared.

Kalavin Li and Jirat, together?

Khanin frowned slightly at the arrival of these two gentlemen, he had many questions in his mind, unlike Charan who remained calm and composed as before.

“Long time no see Khun Charan, Young Prince Khanin.”

“Nice to see you again, Prince Kalavin.” Khanin smiled as a good host, although he grabbed the wrong end of the relationship between the two men.

“Here’s a cake, congratulations to Young Prince and Khun Charan for the new house.” Jirat said, handing over a cake box, then the staff on Kalavin’s side came to take it and place it on the table along with other snacks from the Homestay.

“These first two boxes are from Jae. I ordered the rest to be added.” Khanin clarified why there were several boxes of sweets, but what was more surprising was the pseudonym Prince Kalavin had chosen to call Jirat.

Jae seemed too intimate a name to call someone when uttered by someone who would start a name with a Mister or Khun; these two men were together more often. Interesting.

“Thank you very much, KhunJae.”

Jirat smiled more relaxedly when it came to socializing, unlike during their earlier meetings.

“Nice to meet you.”

“I’m currently delivering sweets from Niran’s Homestay to the people in the royal family. I happened to arrange to talk to Jae today, so I came here with him.”

The conversation finally reached a point that Khanin was interested in. The young boy eagerly accepted, before turning his gaze to the person with greenish gray eyes like a baby deer.

“Prince’s help was very much appreciated, he even promoted the pastries and brought customers to the homestay.” Jirat supplemented with relaxing gestures, the former stage actor’s features softened.

One reason why his financial status and quality of life had improved by leaps and bounds was due to the assistance from Kalavin.

Initially, even Jirat did not trust this person much. However, as time passed and proven by actions, Kalavin seemed to not want anything other than to help and support the pastry business.

“Jae’s pastries were delicious, and the accommodation was peaceful so people didn’t make a fuss. I really liked it.”

Prince said it that way, and Jirat did not think about it anymore, after Kalavin fled work and chaos, to ‘Nirand Homestay.’ Being there often made it clear that the state itself was chaotic.

Perhaps it’s true…

“What do you think?” A question arose after the last important guest arrived at the party.

Khanin briefly pondered and then replied to Charan.

“Prince Kalavin is definitely  interested in Jae.” At this point, Khanin reflected on one of his own remarks, combined with the previous actions of this prince from a different country, it became even more evident.

“…It’s actually worth considering that princes seem to enjoy being sneaky and popping up unexpectedly, so why not become a sponsor to their love. What else would we do if they’re not coming up with ideas? If not with Nin, then with someone else. That’s our team’s way.”

It’s just like this, isn’t it…

“But Jae doesn’t know… The job is difficult.” Charan glanced and saw that

Jirat wasn’t thinking about anything. As for Kalavin, he was sulking. It wasn’t malicious, but what should I do? It is a type of polite and tactful approach, not abrupt but considered skillful.

The party atmosphere was lively as Nin went there happily. Itti often made jokes and made Tarin and Tanattai laugh. As for Chakri, he made Khanin get up from the table frequently. It is because of his meticulous and caring nature that is deeply ingrained.

“I’m going to refill it.” At this point, even though it was red faced and drinking, I still wanted to get up and refill the drink for everyone until Khanin reluctantly said something.

“Butler.”

“Is there anything I can do for you, Your Highness?” The voice is not firm, telling everyone that the consciousness of the other party has fallen below normal. Chakri leaned closer to Khanin and the younger man rushed to get up from the table to pat the obese person sitting down before he could stand up.

“Help me act like a party person.” Khanin’s ordinary sentence made everyone laugh knowingly. As for the person who was reprimanded, he sat and frowned.

“I’m working for Your Highness.”

“It’s not like that. You don’t have to take care of me so well. Just…”

“Wow… It’s easy to say, but it’s hard for me to do.” If it weren’t for the alcohol in his bloodstream, Chakri wouldn’t dare to speak up like this.

Evaa laughed, lifted the drink in her hand to take a sip, then realized it was empty.

Drinking until losing track of time, Evaa has been showing more interest in reading books to gain knowledge about various types of drinks. Because of this, she often visits fancy bars to interact with a certain person.

“Are you at the same place this weekend?” Evaa’s eyes left the dining table to invite someone to chat.

Mira, who is brewing a drink as a gift to the host, pauses to hold a conversation. A younger person quickly raises their hand to avoid interrupting.

“Young Lady”

“Don’t worry about formalities. Do you work at the same place this week?” Evaa’s usual habit is to learn about something in great detail when she becomes interested in it. And of course, for someone as renowned as Mira in the field of brewing drinks, she is one of the first people Evaa wants to discuss with.

“I’ve moved to a place on Saint Street this week.”

“Oh, I see.”

Saint Street is famous for being a bustling alley for nighttime tourists. It’s quite chaotic and often leads to arguments between tourists. Certainly, someone as well known as Evaa should avoid getting too close.

“Young Lady, you shouldn’t go there.” The bartender’s warning is not far from what Evaa expected. In fact, she doesn’t like to drink or go out at night very much.

Lately, Evaa has spent most of her days off traveling to meet Mira at the high end VIP lounge, observing the mixed crowd and drinks, gaining some knowledge but also not. But she still goes.

What can I say? Mira is an artist. Just by watching the way the other party prepares drinks, it’s already interesting.

The most important thing is… the young bartender is hard to pin down. Although Evaa is interested in how she can work at the highest level of luxury bars, she still rotates to work in regular bars in alleys, which can be called diverse and open minded about jobs.

Thank you… It’s interesting.

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