Blossom Lady 3dokjix
Blossom Lady 3dokjix
Back again with another age-gap romance novel in the signature style of
3dokjix. This time, a young child character is woven into the story, creating
a family dynamic alongside the age-gap romance.
However, if you were to ask what this novel focuses on the most, the
answer would undoubtedly be the intricate tale of love and passion between
the two main characters.
Their story is layered with the depths of their pasts, the challenges they face
together, and their emotions.
Human emotions are unpredictable and never follow strict rules. Even if
rules are set, it doesn't mean they can always be followed.
The love in this novel, for instance, begins with indifference, only to evolve
into something far deeper-an all-consuming love and infatuation.
Beyond that, the story also delves into the greed of the business world and
the irrational anger of certain characters, whose actions can seem utterly
foolish.
All of this has been intricately woven into the novel, aiming to give you
readers the feeling of watching a dramatic evening soap opera, where
frustrating events unfold constantly.
But once the knots are untangled, the realization dawns, you'll say, 'Ah, so
that's how it all connects.
I hope everyone enjoys this novel. While it may not offer profound life
lessons or moral teachings, I do hope it brings you entertainment and joy,
even just a little.
Lastly, I want to thank everyone once again for supporting this small-time
author.
I'm deeply grateful that, even though this story is available to read for free,
so many of you chose to purchase it without hesitation.
With love,
❤️❤️❤️
3dokjix
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sunyan
Inside the dressing room of a luxurious mansion, the space was adorned
with a sparkling crystal chandelier that illuminated the room.
On one side stood a white wardrobe with gold trim, its four sliding doors
stretching nearly three meters long. On the other side, a glass display case
housed an array of neatly arranged designer handbags.
Her light amber eyes, reflecting curiosity, studied her half-sister, who was
nearing forty. Today, her sister was dressed in a revealing outfit and had
applied makeup, a stark contrast to her usual appearance.
Wannisa, her older sister, replied in an even tone while selecting earrings
from a velvet jewelry box in front of a large gold-framed mirror.
Viranya's mother passed away when she was only five years old. Afterward,
Wannisa's mother took her into the main house and raised her as her own.
When Songpol and his wife passed away, Wannisa became the family's
pillar of support.
Over the years, Phichan Health Co., Ltd. had expanded its business
significantly. From initially producing medical equipment for domestic use,
the company had grown to manufacture and distribute across Southeast
Asia.
"Do you really need to dress this boldly just for dinner? Don't forget you're
almost forty,"
Viranya teased, her lips curving into a playful smile as her large, almond-
shaped eyes under perfectly arched brows shifted to examine her sister's
long, spaghetti-strap dress with a plunging neckline in the mirror.
"So what if I'm almost forty? I've always taken good care of myself. I can
dress however I want,"
Wannisa had been married once before. She had a daughter who was
currently sent to study in Hong Kong, where her grandparents were helping
to take care of her.
Her ex-husband was a Hong Kong businessman. The two had been divorced
for several years but still worked together to provide and care for their
daughter diligently.
Wannisa's ex-husband had just remarried, while she herself was trying to
look for a new relationship as well, a long-term one.
Viranya asked, referring to the most recent man her sister had been seeing.
He was a thirty-five-year-old businessman involved in wine imports and
cosmetic clinics with his family. Like Wannisa, he'd also been through a
divorce.
"Yes,"
Wannisa confirmed, inspecting her reflection in the mirror one last time,
ensuring her hair and accessories were in place. She glanced at her sister's
reflection behind her and asked,
"By the way, you haven't been home in a year, and now you're here in my
dressing room. Is there something you want to tell me? Surely, you didn't
come just to ask about this."
"I was in the area and thought I'd stop by to share some good news. We've
secured the deal for the portable X-ray machines with the Ministry of
Public Health. Not only that, but we got it at a favorable price. However,
the credit terms might take a bit longer,"
Wannisa replied, applying a vibrant red lipstick from a luxury brand. Their
business had been gaining more profits every year.
From their father's time, when the company was valued in the hundreds of
millions, it'd now grown into a billion-baht enterprise.
"And I'm glad to have a job," Viranya responded with a slight smile,
standing up from the plush sofa as she finished her business. "Alright, that's
all I came to say. I hope your dinner goes well tonight."
Viranya hoped her sister's dinner would lead to a serious relationship. She
knew her sister disliked the term 'date' because she wasn't fond of
prolonged, uncertain courtships.
"Thanks. I was planning to discuss our status with him tonight since we've
been getting to know each other for over a month now."
"Mm,"
Her sister replied, putting the lipstick back into her designer bag. She
watched Viranya rise from the sofa and head toward the door.
"And what about you? Are you going anywhere tonight? Hopefully not out
partying again."
Viranya replied, though 'meeting someone' for her often meant nightlife
outings.
Wannisa held the position of CEO, while Viranya was the sales manager
overseeing marketing. Initially, she hadn't been directly involved in this role
until she inherited it through internal management restructuring.
This significant position required her to interact with major clients and
dealers more frequently.
Few in the company knew the real Viranya. She wasn't the charming,
graceful woman like her sister. Instead, she was a playful, fun-loving
lesbian who enjoyed casual flings and preferred younger women.
"Gren, don't you ever think about settling down? I don't mind if you like
women, but find someone good and commit to them. You can't just keep
switching partners. Who will you rely on in the future?"
"Nope. I don't like the restrictions and constant vigilance that come with
commitment. Casual flings are better. When I'm bored, I just move on. As
for relying on someone, if I get sick or need help, I can just hire a nurse,"
Throughout her life, only Lalita had been someone she took seriously. But
they'd parted ways when Lalita chose to pursue her master's degree abroad.
That was nearly five years ago, and since then, Viranya hadn't been in a
serious relationship. Perhaps it was because she still thought about her past
love.
They'd been together since high school, but the distance created anxiety,
leading to estrangement. They fought every time Viranya heard about men
approaching Lalita. She admitted she'd been immature and unreasonable.
Eventually, their relationship ended with both sides falling silent, leaving
only occasional greetings on special occasions like acquaintances.
"Hmph, using money to solve problems. No wonder you only date young
girls-they're easy to please,"
"Maybe," Viranya shrugged with a grin. "Casual relationships are the best.
No headaches. Especially with women under twenty-five-they're easy to
please and make me feel young again."
Viranya's indifference toward serious relationships, paired with her love for
indulging in nightlife, was a constant worry for her older sister, Wannisa.
With her striking looks, captivating charm, and a wardrobe brimming with
high-end designer outfits, Viranya naturally drew attention.
Her generous spending habits, never holding back, made her especially
alluring to young women in their early twenties who knew exactly what she
sought from them.
"Hmph, you've got no idea how delightful mature adults can be,"
"Mature adults like you? No way. I'm not like your men who are into older
women. If they're over thirty-five, I just can't find them attractive. That's too
close to your age-or to be frank, too old for me."
Viranya quipped with a playful smile, intentionally teasing her sister about
her age. It was the kind of lighthearted sibling banter that often unfolded
between them.
"Hmph, just wait and see. One day, you'll fail for someone mid-thirties
without even realizing it,"
"Not a chance,"
Viranya replied with a composed expression before turning and walking out
of her sister's dressing room.
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sunyan
"Just wait and see. One day, you'll fall for someone mid-thirties without
even realizing it."
Wannisa's words lingered in Viranya's mind for days. Even though she'd
gone out twice the past week, enjoying fleeting nights of happiness with
women in their early twenties as usual, the moment she returned to work,
her sister's comment echoed in her head like a curse she couldn't shake. It
even made her think of her secretary.
Rumors swirled around the office about several men trying to flirt with her,
which wasn't surprising. Besides her beauty, she had a warm smile, a sweet
voice, and a graceful figure.
Standing at 166 centimeters tall, her fair, smooth skin and clean appearance
made her stand out. Her sharp eyebrows, long lashes, bright almond-shaped
eyes, full lips, and a small beauty mark at the corner of her left eye made
her more attractive than most women her age.
Patcharin was skilled at her job and always carried herself appropriately.
She maintained a professional distance from everyone, including Viranya,
her boss. As for the men trying to woo her, she paid them no attention and
wasn't particularly close to anyone in the company.
To Viranya, Patcharin seemed perfect in every way except for her fashion
sense. Patcharin often wore long pants to work, or if she wore skirts, they
were knee-length and conservative, like something a teacher might wear.
Her outfits were too old-fashioned and far from stylish.
This was one of the reasons Viranya was confident she wouldn't fall for her
secretary. The women she liked were usually trendy dressers, wearing
daring skirts or shorts that showed off their legs.
Patcharin didn't fit her type at all. Besides, she was a single mother,
divorced, and raising her child alone.
Viranya stammered, quickly averting her gaze from her secretary. Today,
she was dressed in a fitted office dress, a polished look that contrasted with
her usual self, as she had a meeting with a supplier.
"In that case, could you please review and sign these documents?"
She usually wore light makeup to work, and while her overall appearance
wasn't particularly striking, her full lips made her smile captivating, enough
to make anyone smile back without realizing it.
"Oh, sure,"
Viranya replied, forcing a small smile. She quickly opened the thick folder
handed to her, suddenly feeling inexplicably nervous. Why did a simple
smile from Patcharin make her feel so flustered?
"By the way, Ms. Gren, you received flowers this morning,"
"Again?"
Viranya asked, surprised. For over two months, she'd been receiving
flowers every Monday from a client who had openly expressed his interest
in her from their first meeting. Despite her lack of response, he persisted,
showing remarkable determination.
"Yes," Patcharin replied with a smile. "But this time, they're from the
Children's Hospital Foundation, thanking you for donating the new hospital
beds. It's a bouquet of purple hydrangeas mixed with lavender."
"Would you like me to arrange them in a vase? They smell nice, but I know
you mightn't like strong scents,"
Once her secretary left the office, Viranya was alone again. Her mind was
filled with images of Patcharin's smile, circling endlessly.
She silently blamed her sister for planting the idea of falling for someone
thirty-five, which had left her so unsettled. Even with other distractions, she
couldn't stop thinking about it.
Truthfully, if Patcharin weren't older, hadn't been married with a child, and
didn't dress so conservatively, Viranya might've already fallen for her.
Despite not fitting her ideal type, Patcharin had many qualities that made
her heart flutter-her sweet, dark eyes, her endearing smile, and her flawless
work ethic that Viranya couldn't help but admire.
Viranya believed Patcharin knew all these things-except for the fact that she
was attracted to women.
The thoughts that had plagued Viranya the previous week began to fade as
she busied herself with finalizing a multi-million-baht deal for mobile X-
ray machines with the sales team.
With the deal finally closed, she decided it was the perfect night to hit the
town again. She had plans to meet up with a close friend and had even
offered to pick her up, a rare occurrence since this friend seldom had time
to go out on weekends.
Ariya was a high school friend who knew Viranya inside out, to the point
where she could predict her every move. Ariya worked as a doctor at a
private hospital. Viranya planned to take her out for dinner before heading
to a popular downtown club.
"Pond, I think I'm lost. What's the name of your new neighborhood again?"
Viranya asked, her voice tinged with confusion as she fiddled with the car's
audio system connected to her phone. She was driving to pick up her friend
but realized the area looked unfamiliar.
[How many times have you been to my new house? How are you still
getting lost?]
"I've never driven here myself before! I usually come with my driver
when I'm drunk-you know that."
[You need to cross one more major intersection. The entrance has a
blue gas station-the one where you once stopped to buy instant
noodles.]
Viranya said, ending the call. She quickly entered a new destination into the
car's navigation system, selected a song to lift her mood, and resumed
driving.
The mid-range neighborhood was quiet and peaceful, with small children
playing outside, giving it a warm and inviting atmosphere. But as she
reversed her car...
Thud
Viranya, dressed in a short-sleeved rayon shirt, fitted black chino pants, and
white sneakers, quickly got out of the car to check.
She distinctly remembered there being nothing behind her when she parked
by the curb. But as she crouched to look under the car, she was surprised to
find a small, pink tricycle lying underneath.
As if that wasn't bad enough, her car engine suddenly stalled, leaving her
frustrated.
The alluring face furrowed its brows as Viranya tried starting the car several
times, but nothing changed. She gave up and reached for her phone to
search for the service center's number.
Just then, the sound of a child crying stopped her in her tracks. The cry was
filled with pain and distress.
Viranya quickly turned toward the sound and saw an adorable little girl,
about five years old.
The little girl replied, wiping her tears with her tiny hand.
"Pinky?"
"My bike,"
The girl said, pointing to the tricycle under Viranya's glossy silver four-door
luxury sedan.
"Oh,"
Viranya said, understanding. Some kids liked naming their belongings, and
it seemed the tricycle she'd run over was named Pinky.
But how had the little girl's tricycle ended up under her car? Viranya had
planned to flaunt her luxury car and enjoy a night out, but it seemed her
plans were now ruined.
Out of concern, she carefully examined the little girl and was relieved to
find no injuries. Then, glancing across the street, she noticed a group of
slightly older boys laughing mischievously.
It became clear the little girl had been pranked. Viranya felt a surge of
irritation-not only had the prank gone too far, but now her car wouldn't
start.
Viranya said, gently patting the girl's head. A tricycle wasn't expensive, and
she could easily replace it, even though it wasn't her fault. She remembered
being bullied as a child, too, but Wannisa had always been there to console
her.
The little girl said, sniffling. Though her tears had stopped, her face still
looked troubled.
Viranya reassured her with a smile, wondering why such a strict mother
would let her young child play outside alone.
"Okay," the girl replied softly, then glanced at her tricycle under the car.
"But can you move your car now? Pinky must be hurting."
Hearing this, Viranya couldn't help but smile at the little girl's kind heart.
She remembered crying for an entire day as a child when her Gundam
figure's arm broke.
Her family had taken her to buy a new one, but she wasn't satisfied because
she didn't want a replacement-she felt sorry for her broken loy.
"I can't move it right now. My car won't start. How about this? Can you go
get your mom? In the meantime, I'll call a mechanic to check my car, and
we'll talk about fixing Pinky," Viranya suggested.
The little girl nodded enthusiastically and pointed to a house about fifty
meters away. Just then, a firm voice called out, and it sounded oddly
familiar to Viranya.
The little girl flinched, and Viranya turned toward the voice. She saw
Patcharin, dressed in a sleeveless T-shirt and high-waisted denim shorts,
Her hair was messily tied back, giving her a casual look. Yet, somehow, she
exuded a charm that made Viranya's heart race inexplicably.
"P' Patch?"
"Ms. Gren?"
The two locked eyes, their faces filled with mutual surprise. Neither had
expected to run into each other outside of work, especially looking so
different from their usual selves.
The mother didn't have long to process her surprise before her daughter's
voice interrupted.
The little girl ran to her mother, burying her face and crying again, while
Viranya stood frozen, as if under a spell.
Patcharin asked her daughter gently, crouching down to wipe her tears.
Though she was strict, she couldn't resist her daughter's tears.
The beautiful mother said as she used her own shirt to wipe the little one's
nose, briefly revealing her smooth, flat, fair stomach.
"I went out to find Pinky, but now Pinky got crushed by a car,"
"I accidentally ran over her bike," Viranya interjected, taking responsibility.
"I didn't see it."
Baibua remembered that she'd parked her tricycle by the wall outside their
house, intending to ride it in front of the house. But when it disappeared,
she went looking for it and heard a loud noise. When she checked, she
found her tricycle under the car.
"P' Boss and P' Bas. I saw them near our house before Pinky disappeared,"
the little girl said.
Patcharin sighed. Boss and Bas were seven-year-old boys from a house in
the next alley. They were known for being mischievous and often teasing
other kids in the neighborhood.
"I saw them put Pinky under the car," Baibua added.
"I'll talk to their parents later. But next time, make sure to park your tricycle
inside the house. Understand?"
The little girl looked like she was about to cry again, knowing she'd been
careless. Her mother always reminded her to park her tricycle inside after
playing, but she hadn't done it. Now, her beloved tricycle was crushed
beyond repair.
"Don't scold her. It's partly my fault for not noticing while trying to find my
way out of the neighborhood,"
Viranya said, feeling sorry for the little girl and stepping in to defend her.
"I have to. I've told her so many times. Even if it's not our fault, we need to
learn to protect ourselves," she said, gently patting her daughter's head. "By
the way, is your car okay? Any scratches?"
"No scratches, but the engine suddenly stalled and won't start," Viranya
replied.
"No, It's fine. I'll handle it. I'm driving a Porsche; the service center should
have mechanics available," Viranya said.
Patcharin's face grew tense upon hearing what car it was. If she had to pay
for repairs, it'd cost a fortune. But what could she do? Her daughter's
tricycle was the cause.
She decided she'd negotiate with the parents of the boys who had pranked
her daughter later.
Inside, the house was clean and spacious, more so than it appeared from the
outside. It was well-furnished and equipped, perfect for a family. The faint
aroma of food lingered in the air, which Viranya guessed was minced pork
soup.
Viranya asked, sitting on the living room sofa and accepting a cold bottle of
water from the little girl.
Hearing this, the little girl looked up at her mother and asked,
"Yes, I do. She's my boss. Did you greet her properly yet?"
"Hello," the little girl said, bowing politely before staring at Viranya's face.
"You're so handsome!"
Viranya couldn't help but laugh, but Patcharin quickly corrected her
daughter.
"I'm sorry. She's still confused about the difference between 'cool' and
'handsome'."
"What a small world, huh? I got lost driving and ended up running over
your daughter's tricycle."
"You got lost? And when you say you ran over the tricycle, do you mean
while you were driving?"
"Not exactly while driving." Viranya explained. "I was reversing to turn the
car around, but suddenly the tricycle..."
Patcharin said, glancing at her boss's face, which looked different today.
Under the bright lights of the house, she could see Viranya more clearly.
Today, her face wasn't made up with the sharp, glamorous look she usually
wore.
Instead, her lightly filled brows, subtle eyeliner, and faintly tinted lips gave
her a cool, effortless vibe that perfectly matched her slender face and tall
figure.
"Besides, your car stalled because it ran over Baibua's bike," Patcharin
added.
Viranya wasn't worried about repair costs, knowing her car was still under
warranty. She also sensed that Patcharin had her own burdens and didn't
want to add to them.
Patcharin, on the other hand, felt a bit uneasy, even though she was
concerned about the expenses.
"If that's the case, let me handle the bike," Patcharin said. But just then,
Baibua blurted out, "But I don't want a new one! I want my Pinky back!"
"But Pinky probably can't be used anymore, sweetie," Patcharin said gently.
"But..."
The little girl's face crumpled as she was about to cry again. Her mother
quickly diverted her attention to something else.
"How about this? We'll talk about Pinky later. For now, why don't you take
a bath?
Patcharin excused herself to help her daughter with her bath. Although
Baibua could bathe on her own, she often got distracted playing with water,
so her mother had to supervise. This left Viranya waiting in the living room.
While waiting, Viranya took the opportunity to observe the house. On the
shelf next to the television, there were several foreign books, English
storybooks, and a few decorative items.
Viranya only knew that Patcharin had separated from her husband but didn't
know when. Being a single mother must be exhausting, she thought. She
admired Patcharin's strength, managing both her role as a mother and as a
secretary so well.
Normally, she didn't particularly like being around young children, finding
it awkward and annoying. But for some reason, she didn't feel that way with
Baibua.
In fact, she found herself feeling fond of the little girl. Perhaps it was
because Baibua was Patcharin's daughter-she wasn't sure.
Before long, Baibua finished her bath. Freshly dressed and powdered, she
came out to the living room, singing and playing with her toys.
She brought out cars and dolls, arranging them on the coffee table,
momentarily forgetting about Pinky.
"She seems like such a cheerful child," Viranya remarked, watching Baibua
organize her toys.
Patcharin replied with a small smile as she emerged from her room with her
daughter. She'd taken off her apron, revealing her sleeveless top and shorts,
which made her look noticeably different from her usual composed
appearance.
"Oh, I forgot to ask are you in a hurry, Ms. Gren? I can wait for the
mechanic for you if you need to call a car and go take care of your errands,"
Patcharin offered, feeling bad that her daughter's tricycle had caused such a
delay.
"I'm not in a big rush," Viranya replied. "I was just planning to go to
another housing estate past the next intersection, but I accidentally turned
into this one instead."
She'd initially planned to call her driver to pick her up right away but
decided against it. She glanced briefly at Patcharin's figure and suddenly
felt thirsty, lifting her glass of water for a sip. The air conditioning was on,
so why did she feel so warm?
Viranya took the toy car from the little girl and smiled without realizing it.
Just then, her phone rang-it was the mechanic.
.
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When Baibua heard that the mechanic had arrived, she wanted to see her
tricycle. She begged her mother to take her along, and the three of them
went back to Viranya's car.
The mechanic initially suspected that the car's safety sensor system might
be malfunctioning. However, they didn't have the necessary tools on-site, so
the car would need to be towed to the garage. As for Baibua's tricycle, it
was bent and broken beyond repair.
When Patcharin learned that her boss's car needed to go to the garage, she
offered to drive Viranya. She explained that the neighborhood Viranya was
heading to was just past the main intersection and wouldn't be much
trouble.
Feeling too lazy to wait for a taxi, Viranya agreed, as she was accustomed
to being driven. This time, however, Baibua joined them in the car.
Baibua asked innocently, wanting to sit on Viranya's lap during the ride.
But Viranya waved it off, saying it was fine. She found Baibua endearing
and let her sit on her lap, even chatting and playing with her.
"Of course. I'll come visit again," Viranya replied with a smile. Then she
turned to the driver's seat. "Thank you, P' Patch. See you at the office."
They exchanged goodbyes, smiling at each other as they often did after
work. Everything seemed like any other day, yet today, Viranya had seen a
different side of her secretary.
It was both surprising and impressive. Baibua also said goodbye with a
cheerful smile, just like her mother.
But it was Patcharin's smile that lingered in Viranya's mind, more than she
realized.
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unyan
☘️02. Strange ☘️
That evening, Viranya called her driver to pick her up and drop her off at a
restaurant. After dinner, she spent nearly the entire night at a popular
nightclub in the center of the city.
Normally, someone like her, who enjoyed nightlife, would revel in the
lights, sounds, and the crowd around her. But for some inexplicable reason,
those things seemed less enjoyable that night, leaving her feeling restless
and uneasy.
Viranya had been aware of her shifting emotions for some time. She used to
find joy in the thrill of meeting new people, especially beautiful women in
their early twenties who claimed to make her heart flutter.
But now, even their alluring smiles didn't affect her. They paled in
comparison to the bright, gentle smile of another woman-a smile reserved
for her daughter.
That smile stirred something deep within Viranya, making her heart race
uncontrollably, even though their interactions remained professional.
She found herself more eager to go to work and reluctant for the workday to
end. She wanted to stay late, working alongside her secretary.
Sombut visited several bicycle shops before finally finding an exact match
at a shop in Nonthaburi.
Viranya didn't forget to give Sombut a generous bonus for his efforts. She
felt relieved, knowing she now had a reason to revisit her secretary's house.
Even though they saw each other at the office every day, the thought of
visiting Patcharin at home filled her with an inexplicable excitement.
She told herself it was because she wanted to see Baibua or perhaps because
she enjoyed the warm atmosphere of their home. But deep down, she knew
the real reason she wanted to go.
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Baibua exclaimed joyfully when she saw Viranya. Her excitement grew
even more when she noticed what Viranya had brought with her.
Viranya had personally loaded the small tricycle, identical to the original,
into her luxury car and driven it to Patcharin's house. She even tied a bow
on it and attached a sign that read, 'Baibua's Pinky'.
Patcharin was deeply touched by the thoughtfulness and effort Viranya had
put into everything. She couldn't stop smiling but initially declined to
accept the gift out of politeness. However. after some gentle insistence from
her boss, she accepted it with gratitude.
"I don't know how to thank you. If you're not in a hurry today, please stay
for dinner," Patcharin offered warmly.
The cost of the tricycle and the bonus for Sombut didn't make a dent in
Viranya's wallet. Yet, Patcharin's invitation stirred something within her.
Initially, she'd planned to drop off the tricycle and leave quickly.
But when invited to stay, she felt an unexpected thrill. She told herself it
was just a normal gesture to strengthen the bond between a boss and her
secretary.
She knew full well that staying longer would mean dealing with heavy
traffic on the way back.
The area was home to a bustling market and a community mall, making the
roads congested even on weekends. Yet, she didn't mind. She felt content
just being able to see her secretary in her role as a beautiful, caring mother.
Today, Patcharin was dressed casually in a fitted white knit crop top with a
collar and black cotton-linen shorts. The outfit was simple but captivating.
Her figure remained toned and well-proportioned, especially her slim waist
and fair legs. Even after having a child, she still had a graceful figure.
Viranya found herself glancing at her too often and had to look away
repeatedly, realizing she was staring for too long.
While waiting for dinner, Viranya had the chance to play with Baibua. In
addition to the tricycle, she'd brought a set of colorful geometric wooden
blocks as a gift.
The little girl was so delighted that she hugged her kind auntie. Her
cuteness and charm made Viranya pat her head and smile several times. It
was the first time she'd done something like this.
Even Wannisa's daughter, her own niece, hadn't received such attention. By
the time her niece turned three, she'd been sent to a nursery, and they rarely
saw each other.
With her new toy, Baibua brought out her other toys to show off and invited
Viranya to play with her. Many of the toys were imported, which Viranya
recognized because she'd been researching the import of children's toys for
a potential new business venture.
From the toys and the foreign-language storybooks she saw, Viranya
perceived Patcharin as a modern and knowledgeable mother, fitting for
But after her mother, who'd raised her, passed away, many of her mother's
responsibilities were transferred to her, leaving her overwhelmed.
Wannisa, knowing her sister's personality well, found someone to help her.
Both women appreciated each other's changed demeanor but chose not to
voice it.
The beautiful mother put her heart into making dinner: egg fried rice,
barbecue chicken wings, and clams sautéed with butter and garlic.
Although she wasn't very skilled at cooking, especially spicy Thai dishes,
she worried slightly that her food mightn't suit her boss's taste.
The dinner atmosphere was warm and cozy. It'd been a long time since
Viranya had eaten dinner in a home setting with multiple people. Usually,
she dined at restaurants or had her housekeeper prepare meals at her condo.
Her family owned a large house in Phra Khanong, but she'd moved out
years ago to live alone. Still, her sister always knew who she brought home
or where she stayed overnight, thanks to reports from the housekeeper and
driver. With a nine-year age gap, her sister always saw her as a child.
"These chicken wings taste just like the ones I had in America,"
Usually, Viranya wasn't fond of American food, but the barbecue chicken
wings there had surprisingly suited her palate.
Patcharin replied with a smile, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
Today, she had her hair tied up in a simple bun, just like before.
Seeing this, Viranya wished Patcharin would wear her hair like this to work,
softening her overly professional appearance.
Viranya praised, her amber eyes lingering on Patcharin's warm smile for a
moment. Realizing she was staring too long, she awkwardly scooped
another chicken wing onto her plate.
She carefully used her fork and spoon to separate the meat from the bone.
Luckily, the chicken was tender and easy to eat without using her hands,
unlike Baibua, who was happily eating with her fingers.
"Thank you,"
Patcharin said, her sweet smile lighting up again, unaware of the different
feelings her boss had while watching her.
Baibua chimed in. The little girl wasn't very skilled with utensils, so she
alternated between using her hands and her spoon, making a mess. Still, she
seemed especially happy today, with an extra guest at the dinner table.
"If you like it, eat properly. Look, your cheeks are all messy,"
Patcharin said, smiling fondly at her daughter. She reached for a napkin
from the center of the table to wipe Baibua's sauce-stained cheeks and
mouth. But when she glanced at her boss, she noticed that Viranya's face
was just as messy.
Viranya took the soft napkin and paused, watching her secretary carefully
wipe her daughter's face. For a fleeting moment, she wished Patcharin
would wipe her cheeks, too.
But she quickly dismissed the thought and used the napkin to clean her own
face instead.
After dinner, Viranya stayed at Patcharin's house until 9 PM, using the
excuse of heavy traffic to linger and play with Baibua while waiting for the
traffic to clear.
Normally, no matter how bad the traffic or even during heavy rain, she
wouldn't hesitate to head out for a night on the town if she wanted to.
That might've been true a few years ago, but lately, she hadn't felt the same
enthusiasm for nightlife.
While Viranya was passing the time playing with Baibua, building
geometric block shapes, a message came through from someone she'd gone
out with the previous month.
She knew it was just a fleeting distraction, a temporary thrill of being seen
with someone beautiful and making others at nearby tables envious.
The little girl protested, dumping the colorful wooden blocks out of the
frame again.
"It's okay, P' Patch. We can do it again. It's actually pretty fun," Viranya said
with a cheerful smile.
"You don't have to indulge her so much. I'm worried you'll get bored, Ms.
Gren."
Her daughter hadn't only insisted on playing the puzzle but also asked to
repeat it multiple times. Patcharin felt so apologetic that she didn't know
what else to say.
"I'm not bored at all. When I was a kid, I loved playing with puzzles like
this too,"
Viranya replied, her sharp features softening as she briefly met Patcharin's
gaze before turning back to help Baibua arrange the colorful blocks once
more.
After playing one more round with Balbua, Viranya finally excused herself
to leave. The little girl repeated her usual request,
Viranya felt an inexplicable warmth in her heart, even though playing with
young children had never been something she particularly enjoyed before.
She promised, gently patting Baibua's head with affection. Then, turning to
Patcharin with a small smile, she added,
A sense of longing crept in, even though tomorrow was only Sunday. She'd
have to wait another day to see her secretary again.
Out of nowhere, she found herself wishing Monday would come sooner. It
was a strange, unfamiliar feeling she couldn't quite understand.
The meeting was set at a club lounge in a luxury hotel downtown. She
brought her secretary along, half-requesting, half-insisting that Patcharin
dress a bit more elegantly than usual.
The look suited her far better than her everyday work attire. Reflecting on
it. Viranya couldn't help but wonder-despite Patcharin's out-of-style look
and being a single mother, she still attracted plenty of male attention at the
office.
She couldn't imagine how much more captivating Patcharin would be if she
paid more attention to her appearance.
Her makeup and hairstyle were as sharp and polished as always for
important business meetings. The high-stakes negotiation that evening went
smoothly, taking longer than expected but yielding results well worth the
time.
Viranya showcased her excellent negotiation skills, and before leaving, she
even walked the clients to their van with a bright smile, despite having
something weighing on her mind.
By now, it was past 6 PM, and Viranya noticed that Patcharin seemed more
anxious than usual.
"Not really. It's just that I'm finishing work later than usual today, and I'm
worried Baibua might get fussy," Patcharin replied with a small smile. "But
don't worry, Ms. Gren. I've hired a tutor to look after her."
Although Patcharin had arranged for a tutor to teach Baibua every evening,
the sessions only lasted until 5 PM. On days when she worked late, she had
to ask the tutor to stay at her apartment to watch Baibua a bit longer.
Knowing this, Viranya felt a twinge of guilt.
"In that case, maybe you shouldn't work overtime anymore, P' Patch. I feel
bad about it,"
Viranya said gently as they walked to the parking garage together. Patcharin
had intended to see her off before heading back to the office by taxi.
Initially, Viranya had considered offering to drive her secretary home but
had other plans to attend to.
"It's really no trouble, Ms. Gren. Overtime doesn't happen every day.
Besides, I've already arranged for the tutor, so it's not a problem," Patcharin
reassured her.
"How about this-why don't I drive you to pick up Baibua today? That way,
you won't waste any time,"
Viranya offered, her tone kind. Although Patcharin was technically just her
secretary, Viranya didn't feel any sense of superiority or division. In fact,
the more she got to know Patcharin as a single mother, the more she
admired and sympathized with her.
"I was wearing a different outfit this morning-pants. I only changed into this
dress in the afternoon before meeting the client," Patcharin explained.
Hearing this, Viranya felt even guiltier. She'd been the one to insist that
Patcharin wear a nice dress, but it was for the sake of the meeting-and,
admittedly, for her own enjoyment. She hadn't even realized when she'd
started liking to look at her.
"That's exactly why I use a motorcycle-to make sure she gets to school on
time by 7 AM." Patcharin replied.
Every morning, Patcharin rode her motorcycle to drop Baibua off at school
before heading to work. The traffic in their area was notoriously bad, and
driving a car would take too much time.
The motorcycle allowed her to navigate through small alleys and shortcuts,
making her commute manageable. Despite the effort, Patcharin found it
worthwhile, given the higher salary she earned compared to her previous
job.
She asked, glancing at the darkening sky. She couldn't tell if it was due to
rain clouds or the approaching evening.
Before Patcharin could finish, raindrops began to fall. The sound of heavy
rain echoed through the parking garage, signaling a downpour that would
surely drench anyone caught in it.
"It's raining so hard. How will you get home?" Viranya asked with concern.
"But it's dangerous. How about this... I'll drive you to pick up Baibua. I was
planning to visit a friend near your neighborhood anyway. You can take a
taxi back tomorrow to pick up your motorcycle. If we inform the security
guard, it shouldn't be an issue," Viranya suggested.
For some reason, she felt compelled to help. It was a convenient excuse to
visit Ariya as well. Although she'd originally planned to return to her condo
for a session with her trainer, she found herself abandoning those plans
without hesitation.
Viranya then drove her luxury car toward an apartment complex not far
from Baibua's kindergarten. By now, the tutoring session had long ended, so
Baibua was waiting at the tutor's apartment instead.
Baibua exclaimed, sitting on her mother's lap in the front seat and
marveling at the ambient lighting inside the car, which could change colors
and patterns.
"Mommy Patch, why don't you buy a car like this? I love the sparkly
lights,"
The little girl said excitedly. Viranya's car, worth tens of millions baht,
boasted a spacious and luxurious interior, far superior to Patcharin's sedan,
which cost only a few hundred thousand.
"If it's a car like this, Mommy wouldn't be able to afford the payments,
sweetheart."
With her current salary, Patcharin could comfortably afford Baibua's private
kindergarten tuition and provide a decent life for the two of them.
However, buying a luxury car like this was out of the question, especially
with the additional burden of her mortgage.
Meanwhile, Viranya, who was driving, couldn't help but smile. Normally,
she found driving in the rain and traffic tedious, but tonight felt different.
The lively chatter between mother and daughter filled the car with warmth
and energy, making even the rain-soaked drive feel pleasant.
The high-performance car glided steadily through the rain, the sound of
raindrops tapping against the thick windows creating a soothing rhythm.
The tires splashed through puddles as the car turned into a neighborhood
Viranya had once accidentally wandered into. By then, the rain had started
to lighten.
"You can stop here, Ms. Gren, so you don't have to waste your time turning
around,"
Patcharin said politely as the car approached the entrance of her street. Her
house was the second one in the alley, requiring a short drive further in to
reach the front gate.
Patcharin felt it'd be too much to ask Viranya to drive all the way to her
house. She was already grateful enough that her boss had offered to pick up
Baibua and drop them off.
She planned to get out at the entrance and carry Baibua home, especially
since the rain had eased. They'd need to shower once they got home
anyway.
"It'll be fine once we're home and showered. Besides, the house across the
street often has cars parked out front. I'm worried it might be hard for you
to turn around,"
Patcharin explained thoughtfully, her words laced with genuine care. In the
end, Viranya couldn't argue.
The luxury car came to a stop at the entrance of Patcharin's housing estate
as agreed.
Viranya glanced down the narrow street and noticed a pickup truck parked
in front of the house across from Patcharin's. She turned on the interior
light, watching as the thirty-five-year-old mother prepared to get out of the
car.
Patcharin gathered her bag and Baibua's belongings in one hand while
holding her daughter against her side with the other, clutching the gate key
tightly.
"Take this jacket for your little one. It'll keep her from catching a cold,"
"Thank you,"
Patcharin said with a smile, using the shirt to cover her daughter's head.
Patcharin quickly declined, but before she could protest further, Viranya
had already placed a sporty cap on her head. With her hands full, she
couldn't remove it.
"Th-Thank you,"
A strand of hair had fallen across Patcharin's smooth cheek, and Viranya
instinctively tucked it behind her ear.
In that fleeting moment, her fingertips brushed against Patcharin's soft skin,
sending a ripple of emotion through her. Viranya's heart, which she'd tried
to keep steady, felt an undeniable tremor.
Under the warm glow of the car's interior light, Patcharin's eyes sparkled
beautifully. Her flawless face, now framed by neatly tucked hair, was
captivating.
Viranya had never looked at her this closely before, never noticed the
smoothness of her skin, the elegance of her long lashes, or the charming
beauty mark near her left eye.
The more she looked, the more entranced she became, as if caught in a
spell. She stared for several seconds until a small voice broke the moment.
Baibua complained, her face and head completely covered by the sports
shirt.
The two adults, who'd been lost in each other's gaze, quickly turned their
attention to the child.
"Hang in there, sweetie. We're getting out now," Patcharin said, reaching for
the car door.
Viranya offered, leaning over to open the door. The proximity allowed her
to catch a faint whiff of Patcharin's perfume-a soft, warm vetiver scent
mixed with floral notes that exuded femininity and allure.
"Thank you,"
Patcharin said softly as she carefully stepped out of the car, holding Baibua
securely.
Viranya smiled and reminded them to shower and rest early. Baibua
responded cheerfully before the car door closed. Viranya didn't drive off
immediately.
She watched as Patcharin carried her daughter through the rain to the gate,
unlocked it, and disappeared into the house. At that moment, Viranya
understood why Patcharin often wore pants to work.
Viranya murmured to herself with a smile. She remained parked for several
minutes, then picked up her phone. Earlier, she'd messaged Ariya to say
she'd visit, but there was no reply, likely because Ariya was on her shift
again.
At the same time, she noticed a message from a younger woman she'd once
gone out with.
Viranya hadn't replied yet, as she wasn't in the mood for a night out. With
her plans for the evening completely derailed, she wondered what she
should do next.
Half an hour later, Patcharin was drying her daughter off after a bath. She
quickly prepared a simple meal-an omelet with vegetables and ham-for
Baibua.
She reheated some frozen rice she'd stored and planned to shower herself
after her daughter finished eating. However, before she could set the table,
the doorbell rang.
Baibua called out, swinging her legs back and forth as she waited for her
meal in her usual chair.
Patcharin replied, setting aside her cooking. She washed her hands at the
sink and walked cautiously to the front door, wondering who could be
visiting.
Her house rarely had visitors, and the rainy night made the atmosphere feel
even more unsettling. She peeked through the curtain covering the front
window.
Her sharp eyes widened in surprise when she saw who was standing outside
the gate. It was none other than Viranya, her boss.
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Viranya parked her car along the street at the entrance of the alley and
walked through the rain toward Patcharin's house. In her hand, she carried a
large bucket of fried chicken from a famous brand.
Her slender figure, dressed in a fitted short dress, was half-soaked, with a
blazer draped over her head. Her beautiful face peeked into the house with a
slightly worried expression, concerned she might be intruding.
She never thought she'd do something like this and silently questioned
herself why she felt the need to visit her secretary's house after work hours.
But no matter how much she pondered, she couldn't find an answer,
especially since she'd already rung the doorbell.
When Patcharin saw who was standing at the gate, she immediately went
out to greet her without hesitation, taking the soaked blazer from Viranya's
hands to help.
Viranya shook off the raindrops clinging to the bag she was holding and
replied apologetically,
"I'm sorry to bother you again. I thought you mightn't have dinner ready, so
I went to grab some fried chicken for you. The traffic is terrible right now,
so I was wondering if I could stay here for a bit?"
She glanced down at herself, noticing her dress was slightly damp from the
rain. Thankfully, the blazer had kept her mostly dry; otherwise, she
Patcharin said with a warm smile, her eyes reflecting genuine gratitude. Her
expression hinted at a bit of happiness that Viranya had come by, even
though they'd parted ways less than an hour ago.
"I was just about to make dinner for Baibua-just some omelet and rice. If
you don't mind, you're welcome to join us."
Earlier, Viranya had planned to go out with a junior who'd invited her,
intending to stop by her condo to change first.
But while refueling her car at a gas station, she spotted a drive-thru fried
chicken restaurant and immediately thought of Patcharin and Baibua.
On a whim, she decided to buy a large bucket of chicken and drive back
into the neighborhood, even though the traffic had worsened.
She wasn't particularly hungry, having snacked earlier, but she felt an
inexplicable urge to bring the chicken over. Deep down, she knew the fried
chicken was just an excuse.
Seeing Patcharin's face when she arrived provided all the answers she
needed. Her heart raced, feeling rejuvenated like a tree soaking up rain after
a drought.
She was even happier when Patcharin invited her to dinner, despite the
simple meal of omelet and rice.
But the one who seemed most thrilled was Baibua, who was excited to have
Auntie Gren over to play again.
However, when the little girl noticed Viranya's fitted short dress and her
makeup-enhanced beauty, which was quite different from her usual
appearance, she looked a bit puzzled.
"Auntie, are you going to eat with us?" Baibua asked curiously.
"Yes, can I join you? I brought some fried chicken, but it's probably not as
good as what Mommy Patch makes,"
Viranya replied, calling Patcharin 'Mommy Patch' just like Baibua did. The
nickname made Patcharin freeze for a moment, her cheeks flushing slightly,
though she tried not to show it.
The beautiful secretary, now in her motherly role, placed a plate of golden,
crispy fried chicken on the table, along with a plate of rice for Viranya. She
then asked with genuine concern,
"Would you like to change into something dry? You can borrow one of my
clothes."
Patcharin was worried Viranya might catch a cold. She'd already mentally
picked out an outfit for her-a casual t-shirt and shorts-and imagined how her
boss would look in it. But before she could insist, Viranya politely declined.
Viranya replied graciously. She already felt she was Imposing enough and
didn't want to trouble Patcharin further, even though she'd lent her a cap and
jacket earlier to brave the rain.
Viranya wasn't too concerned about her own outfit; her attention was more
focused on Patcharin, who was still in her damp clothes and looked even
wetter than she did. Noticing this, she asked,
"Me?"
She was the perfect secretary, someone Viranya often thought deserved a
medal. But now, seeing her so uncharacteristically flustered, she found it
endearing.
"Go change, P' Patch, I'll keep an eye on Baibua," Viranya offered, her
smile reassuring.
Patcharin didn't argue, worried she might catch a cold herself. She also
wanted to freshen up, wash her face, and fix her hair, feeling a bit self-
conscious about her appearance in front of Viranya. However, she didn't
dare take a full shower, fearing it'd take too long.
The fried chicken didn't seem to pair well with the rice, and Viranya
initially planned to eat just a little. But as she chatted with Baibua, she
found herself finishing her plate.
Sitting across from Patcharin, who'd washed off her makeup and let her
long hair down, now dressed in a comfortable t-shirt and shorts, made the
meal even more enjoyable.
Truthfully, Viranya had never been this close to any of her employees, let
alone shared a meal in their home. This moment made her realize her
feelings were starting to change.
But how could that be? She'd never been attracted to someone older before.
Maybe she was just intrigued by Patcharin's unique charm.
After all, Patcharin had a child and had been married, which meant she
liked men. If Viranya, who liked women, started to develop feelings for her,
it'd only complicate things.
Viranya pondered these thoughts as she ate. By the time they finished, the
rain, which had lightened earlier, began pouring heavily again. The sound
of the wind occasionally seeped into the house, making it difficult for her to
leave.
She decided to stay a bit longer. It was only a little past 8 PM, not too late,
and since it was Friday, Baibua could stay up a bit later. The little girl
eagerly invited Viranya to play with her wooden block set again, clearly
fond of the geometric toy Viranya had bought for her.
The tall woman sat on the sofa in the living room with Baibua, helping her
assemble the blocks while Patcharin excused herself to wash the dishes.
Initially, Patcharin had planned to join them, not wanting her daughter to
bother her boss too much.
But Viranya insisted on staying to play with Baibua until 9 PM, as if she
wanted to lighten the load for the single mother.
It was surprising, considering Viranya wasn't only Patcharin's boss but also
one of the company's owners. There was no reason for her to go out of her
way to help like this.
"Of course! But this time, you have to do it all by yourself. No help from
me,"
Viranya was so kind and down-to-earth, far from the aloof image one might
expect from someone of her status.
An hour later, it was Baibua's bedtime, and by then, the rain had finally
stopped. Viranya felt a pang of regret, realizing she no longer had an excuse
to stay.
Patcharin had raised and taught her daughter well, even as a single mother.
Baibua could eat on her own, bathe herself at times, and even fall asleep
without much fuss.
"Exercise?"
"Yes,"
Patcharin said, feeling slightly shy under Viranya's gaze. Noticing this,
Viranya quickly looked away, prompting Patcharin to continue.
"During weekdays, it's already dark by the time we get home, so I try to
plan outdoor activities for the weekends. Most of the time, I take her
jogging at the park. Sometimes, if it's a long weekend, we'll go on a trip out
of town."
Patcharin performed her duties flawlessly, often going above and beyond
what was required.
"Is there something you need? May I help with anything tomorrow?"
Viranya quickly denied. How could she possibly ask for more help? She
already felt guilty for making Patcharin pick up her daughter late today. If
she were to intrude on her weekend as well, she'd feel like the worst boss
ever.
"If there's anything, please let me know. Don't hesitate just because I have
to take care of Baibua. I don't want being a single mom to affect my work
or give anyone the impression that I use my daughter as an excuse,"
Patcharin said sincerely.
In the past, she might've been annoyed when Wannisa assigned Patcharin to
be her secretary. But now, things had changed.
Her soft voice carried the question as they reached the gate. The concrete
road in front of the house still had puddles in some spots. The alley was
quiet, with only a few parked cars and the glow of streetlights providing
sufficient illumination.
"I sent her to stay with her grandparents. During that time, she gets to be
with her father,"
But for Viranya, the response brought an unexpected pang in her chest. A
vague, bitter feeling of doubt crept into her heart. The answer revealed that
Patcharin was still in contact with her ex-husband.
"I see. That's good-at least there's someone to help," she said softly, forcing
a smile. "Well, I'll get going now."
The tall woman quickly ended the conversation, bidding farewell as a wave
of inexplicable sadness washed over her.
Two days later, Patcharin entered Viranya's private office with a worried
expression. The spacious room was elegantly decorated, complete with
bookshelves and a luxurious leather sofa set. Her voice was filled with
concern as she spoke.
Today, Patcharin wore a fitted sleeveless white dress, clearly putting more
effort into her appearance than usual. She'd styled her hair into an elegant
updo with soft strands framing her face, complementing her delicate
features.
Her makeup was in soft pink tones, giving her a sweet and gentle look-more
stunning than usual. However, it seemed her sharp-eyed boss was too
unwell to notice.
Viranya was slumped over her desk, suffering from a headache and fatigue.
Patcharin had seen her like this several times before, usually on Monday
mornings.
It seemed the cold rain from that night had taken its toll on Viranya, leaving
her bedridden for two full days. Even by Monday, she hadn't fully
recovered.
They were in town for an expo and would be leaving the next day. As a
long-standing business partner and with a department head she personally
knew attending, Viranya felt it was her responsibility to host them before
their departure.
Hearing Patcharin's suggestion, Viranya lifted her head to accept the fever-
reducing medicine and water. She replied weakly,
"I can't. It'd be rude if I didn't go myself, especially since I was the one who
scheduled the meeting."
Her pale face grimaced as she swallowed the pills, quickly chasing them
down with mineral water. She made a face as if she'd just downed a shot of
strong liquor-she hated taking medicine.
Today, Viranya wore a simple fitted shirt and high-waisted trousers, far
from her usual polished look. Her lack of energy was evident in her
appearance,
"But you're still unwell. If you pass your fever to them, that wouldn't be
good either,"
Patcharin pointed out, handing her a mung bean pastry. Knowing her boss
disliked medicine, she always had snacks or fruit on hand to help her take
it-just like dealing with a child.
Instead, she'd returned to her condo close to 10 PM, only to head out for a
late-night outing and return at dawn. No wonder her fever had worsened. If
her sister found out, she'd never hear the end of it.
"Then how about going to the hospital? Just to make sure it's nothing
serious," Patcharin suggested.
"I'm fine now, really. It's just a slight headache," Viranya insisted, handing
back the glass of water.
Viranya said, touching her neck with the back of her hand to check her
temperature.
"If you don't believe me, you can check my temperature yourself or use a
thermometer."
"It looks like there's a mark on your neck, near the back of your ear."
Viranya froze, her face falling as a wave of guilt surged through her. She'd
forgotten entirely about the mark on her neck-a playful 'love bite' left by
Maythira, a junior who'd been flirting with her.
It wasn't from anything serious, just a teasing gesture, but the visible mark
was undeniable.
"Should I go buy some concealer for you? If you leave it like this, it'll
definitely be noticeable from the side,"
Patcharin offered, her voice shaky and her eyes betraying a hint of
vulnerability. She seemed to be holding back her emotions, though Viranya
assumed she was simply shocked by the unexpected mark and had
misunderstood its origin.
Viranya replied softly. Shortly after, Patcharin excused herself to run the
errand.
Why did she feel this way? Viranya questioned herself, the discomfort
eerily similar to the guilt she'd felt during past arguments with an ex-lover.
By the time Patcharin returned to the office, Viranya had moved to the sofa
and fallen asleep. She lay on her back, one arm draped over her forehead,
looking troubled even in her sleep.
Seeing this, Patcharin decided not to wake her, wanting her to rest. She
gently draped Viranya's blazer over her and placed the concealer on the side
table before returning to her desk outside the office.
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Two hours later, Viranya stirred awake, finding a cooling fever patch on her
forehead. She hadn't even noticed when it'd been applied. Glancing at the
side table, she saw the new concealer bottle and realized Patcharin must've
been the one to care for her.
Patcharin asked, entering with a glass of water. Normally, the office keeper
would bring it, but Patcharin had volunteered, worried she might see the
mark on Viranya's neck and gossip.
She'd used Viranya's rest as an excuse to handle it herself. She'd also come
to wake her boss, knowing the meeting time was approaching.
"Yes, I am," Viranya replied, slowly peeling off the fever patch.
Patcharin said, handing her the glass of water. She took the opportunity to
sit beside her, going over the details of the upcoming meeting while Viranya
drank.
"It's 11 AM now. I've told P' Sombut that we'll leave at 11:30."
Viranya replied after finishing the glass of water, her throat dry from the
effects of the medicine.
Viranya admitted, intending to lift her hand to check her forehead. But
before she could, Patcharin's hand reached out and touched her forehead
first.
"You don't have a fever anymore. I don't think you need to take more
medicine,"
Patcharin said softly, her voice gentle and soothing. A small smile of relief
appeared on her face, happy that her fever had subsided. Realizing her
impulsiveness, she quickly pulled her hand back.
Viranya replied, her large, round eyes meeting Patcharin's. She didn't feel it
was inappropriate; after all, she was younger than Patcharin. In fact, she felt
comforted by the touch.
Viranya's hand instinctively went to her neck, still feeling uneasy about the
situation. But she nodded.
"Yes, please."
In less than ten minutes, the unwanted red mark on her neck was flawlessly
concealed, as if it'd never been there. Viranya had to undo the top button of
her shirt to avoid smudging it.
Since that night when Viranya had dropped Patcharin and Baibua off at
home, the soft, elegant scent of her perfume had become etched in her
memory.
It was a scent she normally didn't like, as it reminded her of the perfume her
sister used. But for some reason, when it came from Patcharin, it was
captivating and unforgettable.
"All done,"
Said the owner of the delicate face, pulling her face back and speaking in a
calm Jone,
Patcharin was about to ask the other person if she had any pressed powder.
If not, she planned to use her own to smooth it over. However, it seemed
that someone had become flustered and misunderstood her intentions.
"Alright,"
Patcharin replied, averting her gaze from the pale skin of Viranya's neck.
She almost glanced further down at the open neckline of her shirt but
managed to look away just in time.
"I have some pressed powder. You can use mine," Viranya said, standing to
retrieve her compact.
Patcharin took the compact and carefully applied the powder to set the
concealer. Once again, they found themselves sitting close, leaning toward
each other.
Inside, Viranya felt a nervous energy crashing over her. She couldn't help
but stare at Patcharin's face-the long, curled lashes, the perfectly shaped
nose, the smooth, fair cheeks.
Everything about her was soft and beautiful, including her full, inviting lips.
Viranya's mind wandered, imagining how soft they might feel.
Viranya murmured, her thoughts slipping out as if under a spell. It was then
that she noticed Patcharin's makeup and hairstyle were different today.
Normally, Patcharin was already beautiful in her eyes, but today, she was
even more captivating. Viranya had always wondered how stunning
Patcharin would look if she put more effort into her appearance.
Now she knew it was enough to make her heart race uncontrollably.
"I mean... I was saying the color of your lipstick is really nice,"
"It's Dior,"
"All done."
After finishing, Patcharin leaned back and picked up the expensive compact
to hand it back to Viranya. As she did, a strand of hair fell across her cheek,
just like it had that other time. It was distracting, and Viranya couldn't just
sit still.
Unable to resist, she reached out to tuck the stray strand behind Patcharin's
ear. She froze when Patcharin looked up, their eyes locking. In that
moment, a shared sense of care and concern was reflected in their gazes.
Viranya's heart pounded as her hand brushed against Patcharin's soft cheek.
Her mind raced with countless thoughts she wanted to express, but in the
end, all she could manage was a soft,
"Thank you."
"Y-You're welcome,"
Patcharin stammered, lowering her eyes. She shifted away, her hand
instinctively tucking her hair even though there was no strand out of place.
Then she quickly stood, her voice trembling.
Patcharin turned toward the door, walking briskly while still holding
Viranya's compact.
Viranya watched her retreating figure, her heart pounding erratically. She
didn't even notice that Patcharin had taken her compact.
But from the tight feeling in her chest, she was beginning to understand
why she'd been acting so strangely around Patcharin lately.
.
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sunyan
They were thoroughly impressed by the flavors of the food and the
ambiance of the restaurant.
Viranya played the role of host, engaging with them from afternoon until
evening as if she weren't unwell. Her efforts even secured another
promising project.
However, after that day, she took two days off from work-not because she
was physically ill anymore, but because she was emotionally conflicted and
confused.
Viranya was trying to suppress her feelings for Patcharin. It wasn't because
she feared going back on her word to Wannisa, where she'd once declared
she'd never fall for someone over thirty-five.
Instead, she was deeply troubled by the fact that Patcharin had previously
liked men and might still prefer them. And here she was, a woman, falling
for her. The situation clearly pointed to heartbreak before anything could
even begin.
So, the overthinker in her decided to let it go. Viranya took two days off,
citing illness, to reflect and keep herself from spiraling into unnecessary
thoughts.
Fortunately, there were no urgent or important tasks during this time, and
she could entrust everything to Patcharin without worry.
Looking back, it was strange. Someone like her, who had both men and
women vying for her attention, was now shaken by Patcharin alone.
Sure, Patcharin was beautiful and had a body that surpassed most women
her age, but she wasn't as stunning as some of the women Viranya had
dated.
Perhaps it was the excessive closeness between them. The solution, then,
was to be more mindful of maintaining boundaries.
Viranya reminded herself to nip her feelings in the bud. But when she saw
the storm clouds gathering in the evening, she couldn't help but worry about
a certain someone, knowing what kind of vehicle that person usually drove
to work.
After her two-day break, Viranya returned to work as usual. Everyone in the
office was curious about her sudden illness, wondering if it was serious.
Even Wannisa, her older half-sister, was concerned.
During Viranya's leave, Wannisa had flown to Hong Kong to visit her
daughter but made a video call to check in, as it was rare for Viranya to take
a sudden leave. Viranya simply told her it was just a common cold.
Patcharin, too, was worried but didn't voice it. Just seeing Viranya back at
work and functioning normally was enough to make her happy.
The coldness was palpable, and Patcharin could feel it. It was reminiscent
of the early days when she first started as Viranya's secretary.
Back then, Viranya hadn't been thrilled about her taking the job but had
been kind enough to let her prove herself. It'd taken months to earn her
acceptance. Now, Patcharin couldn't figure out why her boss was reverting
to that distant demeanor.
Had she done something wrong? She could only observe and worry until
Friday, when she finally got her answer.
"Next week, there's a contract signing with a hospital group on one day. I've
already sent you the details. The rest of the schedule is still pending
confirmation,"
Patcharin informed Viranya in the late afternoon before the end of the
workday. Viranya merely nodded in acknowledgment and gave a brief
thank-you.
Having observed her boss long enough to know her well, Patcharin decided
to ask directly.
This question had been bothering Patcharin for a while. No matter how
much she thought about it, she couldn't pinpoint a reason, except perhaps
that Viranya was upset she hadn't inquired about her two-day absence.
But then again, many other employees hadn't asked either, and they weren't
being treated with the same coldness.
The truth was, Viranya was trying not to like her any more than she already
did. She'd decided to act distant, treating Patcharin as if they were mere
acquaintances.
But it was proving difficult because her feelings for Patcharin weren't
superficial. They stemmed from a deep admiration for her attentiveness,
warmth, and gentleness-qualities she'd never experienced from any other
woman.
These feelings had taken root in her heart, making it hard to let go.
Viranya replied, sitting upright behind her desk without meeting Patcharin's
gaze. She pretended to be engrossed in reading a document she'd already
reviewed multiple times.
"It's just... You seem distant. I was worried I might've done something to
upset you without realizing it,"
Patcharin said softly, her voice tinged with sadness. She looked at Viranya,
who kept her head down, her hands clasped nervously in her lap.
Over the past few weeks, Patcharin had been delighted to see a more
relaxed side of her boss, thinking they'd grown closer. She'd resolved to
work even harder as her secretary. But perhaps she'd overstepped, becoming
too familiar.
But this was all for the sake of maintaining a professional relationship in the
future. If she allowed herself to like Patcharin any more, she wouldn't be
able to work with her.
She didn't want to fall for someone who'd never considered being with
another woman. She knew her feelings for Patcharin were more than just a
fleeting crush or physical attraction, Patcharin was special. So, if possible,
she needed to stop her feelings here and now.
"Don't worry. I'm just still a bit tired, so I might seem out of it," Viranya
said, forcing a smile.
Patcharin's expression only grew more concerned. She opened her mouth to
say something, but Viranya cut her off,
"It's almost five o'clock. You can leave now. That way, you can pick up
Baibua earlier. Things will probably get busy after this. It's a shame I won't
get to play with her anymore."
Her tone was calm, signaling the end of the conversation. It was as if she
were subtly hinting that from now on, she'd keep her distance. They'd no
longer share the same closeness.
From now on, they'd strictly be boss and secretary, interacting only for
work. Patcharin understood immediately and chose not to say anything
further.
But tonight, it wasn't just Viranya who was there. Wannisa's group of
friends had joined as well-a mix of men and women nearing their forties, all
successful in their careers.
Many of them had also found success in love, with warm, happy families.
Viranya, not yet thirty and still single, found the atmosphere rather dull.
"You can sit at another table if you want," Wannisa said, moving closer to
her younger sister.
Viranya, her cheeks slightly flushed, replied with a small glance at her
sister. Wannisa, as always, was dressed in an alluring, sexy dress, in stark
contrast to Viranya's outfit-a black V-neck crop top paired with tight black
jeans, topped with a high-end blazer for a touch of elegance.
She wore leather heeled boots for a more dynamic look, planning to head
elsewhere after mingling with the group.
"I'm not kicking you out. You just look so bored that I feel bad for you."
Viranya quipped, taking a sip of her drink. The group was drinking French
red wine aged over five years, courtesy of Chentawee.
Viranya meant it. Earlier, she'd chatted briefly with Chentawee when he
came over to clink glasses and start a conversation. He began by talking
about the wine they were drinking, then moved on to talk about Wannisa.
Viranya took the opportunity to praise her sister, but mostly to subtly warn
him about how desirable and selective her sister was. If Wannisa had chosen
him, he'd better take good care of her. Despite everything, Viranya loved
and cared for her sister deeply.
"Well, obviously. You're afraid of wasting time because you're getting old,"
Viranya teased, smirking as she took another sip of wine, finishing her
glass. A waiter promptly came over to refill it.
"Watch your mouth. I don't want to waste time because I need to focus on
work. If I got caught up in love and romance, I wouldn't get anything done."
"That's true,"
Viranya said as she lifted her wine glass, gazing at the rippling liquid inside
with an empty expression. Her work, much like Wannisa's, demanded
meticulous attention.
With the high stakes of deals and fierce competition, there was no room for
any distractions, not even matters of the heart.
Ever since her first breakup, she'd chosen not to fall in love again to avoid
the headaches-until now.
"And another thing, women in their late thirties who are successful and
beautiful like me aren't easy to come by. If Chentawee isn't serious, I
wouldn't care. Knowing that, he'd probably regret it."
Wannisa said with pride. Everything that came out of her sister's mouth was
something Viranya couldn't argue with. Women of her sister's age who were
still beautiful and successful were indeed rare.
Viranya said nothing, taking another sip of her wine, only to be interrupted.
"By the way, you've been drinking like a fish. Is something wrong?"
"Well, you suddenly took time off to stay home, and lately, you don't seem
to enjoy going out at night like you used to last year,"
Wannisa hinted, her tone suggesting that Viranya's behavior reminded her
of the time she'd distanced herself after her breakup with Lalita, her ex-
girlfriend.
"How do you know I'm not enjoying myself? I'm fine. I just got hooked on
a series. Since there wasn't any urgent work, I decided to take two days off
to binge-watch it,"
Viranya replied in a calm tone, though the truth was that she'd spent those
two days lying in bed, consumed by thoughts of her secretary.
While she might be fickle in love, she was never careless about work. This
behavior was unusual.
Wannisa planned to press her further tonight, but her intentions were
thwarted when her friends called her over for group photos and more drinks
as new members joined the gathering.
When her sister left, Viranya found herself alone again. She downed the rest
of her wine and picked up her phone to scroll through social media.
In truth, she had many friends, whether from university or high school, but
the only one she felt comfortable inviting out for a night out was Ariya.
Since Ariya was no longer as available as before, Viranya had started going
out with a group of younger, beautiful women in their early twenties.
Yes... she used to enjoy those outings. But that was in the past. Now, she no
longer found them fun. It only emphasized how those fleeting moments of
joy failed to fill the void in her heart, especially when her feelings stirred
every time she saw her secretary's face.
Nothing was interesting on social media. Perhaps she just needed someone
to ease her loneliness. She wasn't usually a lonely person, but tonight, she
felt the need for someone to talk to, much like when she'd first distanced
herself from Lalita.
With that thought, she considered finding someone nearby to chat with. In a
place like this, there might be someone feeling the same way. She didn't
want to reach out to Maythira again, as their last outing had caused trouble.
That night, when they went out together, Maythira had cornered her near
the VIP restroom, where it was quiet, and left a mark on her neck without
her realizing it. She blamed herself for drinking too much and letting her
guard down.
Viranya stopped scrolling through social media and turned her attention to
an application designed specifically for women who liked women. She
hadn't updated her profile in a long time.
Her fingers swiped through profiles of women looking for one-night stands,
as she'd done before. However, this time, she adjusted the age range to
search for women in their thirties instead of those in their early twenties.
Her once-empty eyes lit up with excitement as she browsed through the
profiles of beautiful women. But her excitement quickly faded, and her eyes
widened in shock when she thought she saw Patcharin's profile. Upon
closer inspection, she realized she'd been mistaken.
She muttered to herself, though she knew she wasn't that intoxicated. It was
probably because she'd been thinking about Patcharin too much. Her plan to
act indifferent and suppress her feelings seemed to be failing.
Viranya placed her phone face down on her lap and look another sip of
wine. But then, her finger accidentally tapped on the Line app, causing it to
open and light up.
Again:
Sorry, I accidentally called you.
As she typed, her hands trembled slightly with nervousness, even though it
wasn't a big deal.
After sending the message, Viranya stared at the screen, waiting anxiously
for Patcharin to read it. She'd never messaged her secretary outside of work
before.
The last time they'd exchanged messages was about the work schedule, to
which she'd replied with a single word: "Noted."
Viranya murmured softly when a minute passed without the chat showing
the 'read' status. Feeling disheartened, she turned off the screen and sighed,
her heart aching slightly at the thought that Patcharin mightn't have
notifications for her messages turned on.
After all, she was just a younger colleague whom Patcharin had to work for
as a secretary.
But before long, her phone chimed with a notification. She quickly picked it
up, her heart racing with excitement, and opened the message.
Phat1989:
Alright.
Patcharin had replied with just one word and didn't send anything else.
From elation, Viranya's mood sank again. She stared at the brief
conversation between herself and her secretary, feeling frustrated. She
gripped her phone tightly, wanting to type another message.
Since the opportunity to start a conversation had presented itself, she didn't
want to let it slip away. Finally, she decided to type another sentence.
Again:
Sorry for bothering you outside of work hours.
Phat1989:
What's the bother about?
Surprisingly, this time Patcharin read and replied immediately, as if she had
the chat open.
Again:
About accidentally calling you.
Phat1989:
It's just a misdial. It's no big deal.
Patcharin's continuous replies made the wine-dazed Viranya giddy with joy.
She couldn't think of what to say next, so she asked a silly question.
Again:
That's true. Have you had dinner yet?
This time, Patcharin read the message and took a moment before replying.
Phat1989:
Yes, I have. It's late now.
Again:
And you're not asleep yet?
Phat1989:
Not yet. I'm watching a series.
Viranya smiled at her reply, imagining what it'd be like to sit and watch a
series with Patcharin before bed.
Again:
Are you going anywhere tomorrow? Taking Baibua to the park,
perhaps?
She asked, thinking that if Patcharin said yes, she'd ask where and maybe
try to meet her there.
Phat1989:
Probably not. I won't be going for a while.
Again:
Why not?
Phat1989:
I was a bit distracted today and didn't notice a hole in the ground. I
twisted my ankle.
Again:
Have you seen a doctor yet?
Phat1989:
It's nothing serious. I'm tougher than I look.
Again:
Has Baibua gone to bed yet?
Viranya asked, noting that this was the first time they'd talked about
something other than work through messages. It was also the longest
conversation they'd ever had.
Phat1989:
She's been asleep for a while. And you, Ms. Gren? What are you up to?
This time, Patcharin's question made Viranya pause. Her once-smiling face
turned serious as she realized she'd been chatting with Patcharin for too
long, possibly interrupting her series.
Viranya concluded this on her own, even though it mightn't have been the
case.
Again:
Nothing much.
Viranya completed the thought in her mind but typed a different response
instead.
Again:
I came out with P Grace, but I feel bored. I don't know who to talk to
since everyone here is older than me.
The next message made Viranya pause and reflect. Her spirits lifted as she
exchanged messages with Patcharin. Even though it was just a text
conversation, it had a profound effect on her.
She hadn't had such a casual, heartfelt exchange with anyone in a long time.
Now that she had it, it brought her an unexpected sense of joy.
Again:
That's true. I won't bother you anymore. Don't stay up too late, okay?
Viranya sent her final message and then carelessly tossed her phone into her
handbag. Out of nowhere, an inexplicable emptiness settled in her chest,
prompting her to take another sip of wine in an attempt to feel better.
She was glad to have spoken with her, yet at the same time, she worried
about making Patcharin uncomfortable.
If Patcharin ever realized that Viranya thought of her as more than just a
subordinate, it'd surely lead to trouble.
With that thought, she grew anxious and abruptly ended the conversation,
unaware that her actions had left Patcharin feeling unsettled.
Patcharin, meanwhile, began to worry that she might've upset her younger
boss. Over the past week, Viranya had barely spoken to her outside of
work-related matters.
She'd even felt a small thrill at being asked about her well-being. But just as
the conversation was beginning to flow naturally, it was suddenly cut short.
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sunyan
By Monday, Viranya arrived at the office at exactly 8 AM, right on time for
the start of the workday. The security guard barely managed to rush out and
waved her car into the lot, and the employees inside the company were left
bewildered, wondering what was going on.
The sales team's group chat exploded with over a hundred messages as they
debated whether she'd stepped out of her character.
Just last week, Viranya had been so ill she took two days' sick leave, and
when she was around her secretary, she'd been unusually quiet and reserved.
Yet today, she showed up on time and seemed unusually energetic.
The tall woman, dressed in a matching blazer and straight-cut pants, walked
into the office building carrying a paper bag with coffee cups, her face lit up
with a smile.
Today, she'd chosen an outfit that made her feel particularly confident. Her
smile widened as she reached the office and saw a petite woman sitting at
the desk outside her office, organizing documents.
Even though Viranya thought she'd arrived early, her secretary had beaten
her to it once again. How could she not admire someone so diligent?
"No need to order coffee for me today, I've already had," Viranya said as
she pulled a cup out of the bag. "This one's for you, P' Patch."
It was a medium-sized black coffee with no sugar. Even though they'd never
discussed coffee preferences, Viranya had always observed and
remembered what Patcharin liked.
Every day, there was a dark brown drink on the desk outside her office, so
she guessed it was an Americano. Patcharin, who'd been bracing herself for
the possibility of being ignored, was caught completely off guard.
After handing over the coffee, Viranya walked into her office with a
cheerful expression, leaving Patcharin to stare after her in confusion.
Patcharin couldn't help but wonder what had happened but felt relieved to
see that Viranya didn't seem upset with her anymore. That realization put
her at ease.
The reason for Viranya's good mood wasn't anything complicated. She was
simply feeling optimistic because she had a clearer goal in mind.
.
.
Ariya's voice grumbled over the phone after hearing the story from the
other end.
On Saturday night, after going out for drinks with Wannisa's friend, Viranya
excused herself and left after finishing her last glass of red wine. By then,
the atmosphere was lively-it was 11 PM, and many men and women were
eyeing her with interest.
However, she wasn't in the mood to make eye contact or stay out any
longer, so she headed straight back to her condo. Yet, once she got into bed,
she found herself unable to sleep despite the wine.
Her mind was restless, consumed with thoughts of her secretary, whom
she'd been avoiding for days. The brief text exchange that night had
completely derailed her plan to nip her feelings in the bud.
The situation had escalated to the point where she couldn't ignore it
anymore. Viranya felt like she was losing her mind and desperately wanted
someone to talk to.
But as she didn't have many friends, and consulting her sister wasn't an
option, she decided to call Ariya on Sunday afternoon, claiming she had an
urgent matter to discuss.
She then poured out everything that had been weighing on her heart,
knowing that Ariya understood her better than anyone.
[Didn't you just want to have sex with her like with others before?]
"I've never liked someone older than me, and you know that,"
Viranya argued lightly, letting out a sigh as she sank into the soft cushions
of her living room sofa. She brushed a strand of hair from her face in
frustration.
She didn't even feel like showering that day, instead spending her time
scrolling through her chat history with her secretary over and over, acting as
[But are you sure you really like her? From the way you're talking, it
doesn't sound like you're confident in your feelings.]
"It's not that I'm unsure. I'm just afraid she'll reject me," she admitted.
By now, Viranya was old enough to understand her own feelings. She'd
simply been unwilling to admit she liked Patcharin. Once she accepted it,
she realized the problem: the chances of this love being reciprocated were
so slim it was disheartening.
If this were a business deal for medical equipment, and the client showed
signs of choosing another supplier, she wouldn't waste time trying to win
them over.
She'd walk away without regret. But when it came to Patcharin, she couldn't
bring herself to let go.
Viranya admitted, a faint smile tugging at her lips. She leaned back slightly
against the plush sofa, her gaze drifting to the nearly hundred-thousand-baht
chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
In truth, Viranya wasn't someone who often pursued others. Most of the
time, people approached her first-whether it was as the elegant Viranya at
work, admired by clients and dealers, or as the playful, wealthy Viranya
who turned heads during nights out.
Everyone seemed eager to get to know her, except for Patcharin. Despite
having opportunities to get close to her for personal gain, Patcharin
"I'm afraid that if I confess and she doesn't feel the same, we won't be able
to face each other, Besides, she's never been interested in women before.
What if my advances make her uncomfortable?"
[That's not necessarily true. Sure, she's been married and liked men
before, but that doesn't mean she couldn't like women. Have you ever
tried talking to her about other things? Invited her out somewhere?
Not to a nightclub, but somewhere normal, like dinner or coffee outside
of work? That way, you could get a sense of whether she might be open
to you.]
Viranya considered this for a moment, letting out another soft sigh.
"The problem is, I don't want to get my hopes up," she admitted.
[Then just ask her frankly, like adults do. You're attractive and well-off; she
wouldn't outright reject you.]
If possible, she wanted to avoid ruining their current relationship while also
hoping to take it further.
"I told you, I'm afraid we won't be able to face each other if I confess.
And besides..."
Viranya paused, taking a deep breath before continuing with a guilty tone.
"....she's seen the hickey on my neck before. She probably knows I like
to party and what kind of person I am. I've even come to work
hungover several times. Do you think she'd still be open to me after all
that?"
[Oh, Gren, if that's the case, you might as well give up. Even I wouldn't
date you.] Ariya teased.
[I'm just being honest. You're too much to deal with sometimes.)
"It's not like I meant for her to see it. And that hickey? I was pranked!
I didn't even sleep with anyone,"
A soft laugh came from the other end of the line, as if Viranya's dejected
tone amused Ariya.
[Alright, alright. What's done is done. The best thing you can do now is
deal with yourself -not just your bad habits, but your feelings too. How
sure are you that your heart is truly set on her and not just looking for
a fling to cure your boredom?]
Ariya left her with that question before excusing herself to rest, as she had
an evening shift to prepare for.
Ariya's advice gave Viranya a lot to think about. Over the past few months,
many things had changed. Since Patcharin became her secretary, Viranya
had become a better person.
Not even an hour into the workday, her secretary's voice came through the
office phone.
Viranya let out a soft sigh, a faint smile tugging at the corner of her lips as
she pressed the speakerphone button and asked,
She assumed the bouquet was from the same client who'd previously sent
flowers in an attempt to court her.
"No, it's not. This one has a card signed by someone named 'E'."
She remained silent for several seconds, seemingly lost in thought, before
pressing the phone button and responding,
Not long after, a bouquet of white calla lilies was delivered to her private
office. The petals were smooth to the touch, while the stems were sturdy
and striking with their prominent spadix.
The flowers had no strong scent, which suited Viranya's sensitive nose
perfectly. Whoever had sent them clearly knew her preferences well.
Patcharin was surprised that her boss didn't ask her to arrange the flowers in
a vase as she usually did. Moreover, Viranya's expression seemed more
delighted than ever to receive this bouquet.
Her full lips, coated in a lipstick shade that had once been complimented as
beautiful, pressed together slightly as she gazed at the vibrant flowers.
Patcharin excused herself and left the room.
However, just two steps away from her boss's desk, a concerned voice
called out,
Patcharin was taken aback once again. She hadn't expected her boss to
remember, but she didn't want to assume it was out of genuine concern. She
concluded that her gait must've looked off.
"It's better now, but I still can't put too much weight on it," she replied with
a small smile.
Viranya said, placing the bouquet carefully in a corner of her desk, treating
it as if it were something precious from someone important.
"You can call me as usual. It's just a sprained ankle," Patcharin responded.
Her boss said, locking eyes with her as if to convey genuine concern. But
Patcharin, distracted by the carefully placed bouquet, didn't fully grasp the
sentiment.
"Oh, by the way, I saw an email from HR. Are you taking Friday off, P'
Patch?"
"Yes, I'm planning to attend Baibua's performance. It's the foundation day
of her school," Patcharin explained.
Viranya's gaze shifted to the bouquet on her desk, as if something had just
occurred to her.
Seeing her boss fall silent, Patcharin assumed she found the matter trivial.
"It's Baibua's performance, after all. It's not something that happens often."
She then picked up her wireless stylus and scribbled something on her
tablet screen.
Viranya said with a smile, briefly meeting her secretary's eyes before
turning her attention back to the bouquet. Patcharin, noticing this, excused
herself and left the room once again, her face clouded with a hint of
melancholy.
She murmured softly, thinking about a certain anniversary, her eyes fixed
on the initials 'E', embossed on the floral-patterned white card that
accompanied the bouquet.
Today marked the anniversary of her relationship with her first love. The
letter 'E' was the initial of Eve, a nickname Lalita often used. If they hadn't
drifted apart, today would've been their tenth anniversary.
But Lalita hadn't sent anything like this in a long time, nor had they been in
contact for quite a while. Viranya couldn't help but wonder why, out of the
blue, Lalita had decided to send her flowers this year.
The question lingered in her mind, and Ariya's earlier words resurfaced,
prompting her to reflect further. How certain was she that her feelings were
solely for Patcharin and not just a fleeting interest to cure her boredom?
Time passed, and Thursday arrived. After successfully signing a contract for
the sale of blood concentration monitors with a group of private hospitals in
the morning, Viranya suddenly craved something sweet.
It felt like she wanted to reward herself. This deal had brought over a
million baht in revenue to the company.
While the price per unit of the monitors wasn't as high as that of larger
medical equipment, selling thousands of units made the profit just as
worthwhile.
By the afternoon, Viranya decided to invite Patcharin out for some delicious
desserts before returning to the office to celebrate her success. Of course,
she had another motive in mind.
"P' Patch, do you know any good pudding places?" she asked.
Viranya, dressed in a white tweed blazer over a blouse and paired with
black trousers, posed the question to her secretary as they sat in the
company van, leaving the private hospital where the contract had just been
signed.
Just a few days ago, Viranya had asked her about dessert shops as well-on
Tuesday, it was cheesecake; on Wednesday, it was croissants, and today, it
was pudding.
Each time, Viranya had invited her out during work hours, only to be met
with Patcharin's objections due to pending tasks.
"Yes, I'm craving pudding today. But I'm not ordering it in. Since we're
already out, let's stop by somewhere before heading back to the office,"
Viranya said.
Viranya replied, her tone playful, like a mischievous student skipping class.
"But I don't know any good pudding places. Should I search for one?"
She was still puzzled by her boss's sudden fondness for desserts, unaware
that Viranya wasn't actually craving sweets.
Instead, she was trying to figure out what kind of desserts her secretary
liked, too hesitant to ask directly for fear of raising suspicion
Viranya quickly chose a shop from the list and instructed the driver to
change course to a pudding shop in the Ram Inthra area, which was quite
far from the office.
Patcharin, sitting beside her, mistakenly thought her boss must really love
pudding to go so far during work hours. In truth, Viranya had chosen the
distant location to spend more time with her secretary-the farther, the better.
Viranya adjusted her posture, crossing her legs and reclining her seat
slightly as she turned to ask. Since that morning, Patcharin's perfume had
been on her mind. Its soft, unique scent was particularly alluring when it
came from her.
Patcharin replied, shifting slightly and sniffing her own shirt, worried that
Viranya might dislike the scent. She knew her boss had a sensitive nose and
had often complained of headaches caused by strong perfumes worn by
other employees.
Patcharin had been using this perfume since her first day at work, so she
was puzzled as to why Viranya had only noticed it now.
"I like it, too, mine is Maison Margiela Replica Jazz Club,"
Viranya said with a pleased tone. She silently admired Patcharin's good
taste.
Her own perfume evoked the atmosphere of a jazz club, opening with the
fresh citrus scent of wild orange blossoms, followed by herbal notes and the
warm, deep aroma of vetiver oil, with a hint of fine tobacco leaves. It
exuded warmth, sophistication, and approachability.
Maison Margiela Replica Jazz Club was one of them, and now Patcharin's
perfume had joined the list.
Viranya asked, her curious gaze fixed on her secretary. If Patcharin didn't
like it, Viranya might consider not wearing it anymore.
"Not at all. If it's the scent you're wearing now, I think it smells lovely,"
Patcharin replied, lowering her gaze shyly and offering a small smile. She
added softly,
It didn't even cross her mind that Patcharin might've said she liked it simply
because it was the scent Viranya wore.
Viranya tucked the detail about the perfume into her thoughts, pretending to
gaze aimlessly out the window at the passing streets. Inside, however, her
mind was in turmoil over the idea that Patcharin might still be interested in
men.
If that were true, it'd be a challenge for her-she couldn't be a man and
wanted Patcharin to like her for who she was.
When the luxury van finally arrived at the café, Viranya, who'd planned to
use the outing to figure out Patcharin's dessert preferences, decided to let
the sweets soothe her seemingly bruised heart.
And it seemed the pudding here truly did the trick-Viranya found herself
falling in love with it.
"This would be a great place to bring Baibua. The desserts are delicious,
reasonably priced, the space is roomy with plenty of seating, and the
atmosphere is so serene,"
Viranya remarked contentedly, leaning back in her chair, She'd polished off
three cups of pudding in no time, while Patcharin had only managed one,
pairing it with an iced Americano.
"It's a bit far. I think it'd be more convenient to find something closer to
home,"
Patcharin replied, glancing at the four white ceramic cups on the table, now
only streaked with caramel residue.
The pudding here was mildly sweet with a silky texture that melted in the
mouth. Its subtle vanilla aroma was perfectly balanced, leaving a lasting
impression.
But eating as many cups as Viranya had was out of the question for
Patcharin. With age, she'd become more concerned about her health,
wanting to stay strong and be there for Baibua for many years to come.
Patcharin asked, her expression a mix of surprise and confusion as she met
Viranya's gaze.
"To come back here and have dessert together. I want to eat it again,"
Viranya said with a smile.
"If you want it again, why don't I just order some to be delivered to the
office tomorrow?" Patcharin offered.
"It's not that I crave for it. I just thought it'd be nice to bring Baibua here,"
Viranya replied cheerfully. She hadn't seen Baibua in a while and missed
her, so she thought this would be a good excuse to visit Patcharin on her
day off.
"Oh, there's no need to go to all that trouble, Ms. Gren. I'll find a place
nearby and take her myself. Thank you, though,"
"I see,"
Even if she framed it as strengthening the bond between boss and secretary,
offering to pick her up and take her somewhere far for dessert seemed out
of the ordinary. almost as if there were ulterior motives.
Patcharin arrived just in time for Baibua's performance, as the teacher had
informed. Today, she drove her car instead of her motorcycle, worried that
her daughter, dressed up so beautifully, might find it uncomfortable to ride
home otherwise.
Baibua's group wore bright pink fairy costumes with translucent white
wings attached to their backs. They looked so adorable that Patcharin
couldn't resist taking both photos and videos.
She sat watching and smiling at her daughter throughout the performance,
though her mind occasionally wandered to other thoughts.
That morning, Viranya hadn't come into the office, so Patcharin hadn't seen
her boss.
There was only a message saying she was out on personal business and that
any work requiring review or approval could be sent via email or left on her
desk, Viranya mentioned she'd handle it in the afternoon.
This was the first time in months that Viranya had gone out during work
hours without taking Patcharin along, leaving the secretary distracted and
wondering if it had anything to do with her refusal the day before.
It might've been impolite to decline her boss, but Patcharin had no choice
since she was unavailable on Saturday.
Patcharin was glad her daughter liked the outfit, especially since it'd cost
her several thousand baht. The school had collected activity fees at the
beginning of the term.
After buying all the ingredients she needed, the proud mother hurried her
daughter into the car, worried about getting stuck in traffic if they left any
later. But just as she was about to start the car, an important call came in,
making her heart skip a beat.
Patcharin answered, her voice sounding unusually cheerful, even though the
call might've been work-related. Still, she was happy to take it.
[P' Patch, I'm sorry to bother you while you're off. I just have a quick
question. Is this a good time?]
"Of course. I'm at the market near my house. I just finished shopping,"
Patcharin replied quickly, barely realizing she was smiling. She even gave a
detailed account of her whereabouts, even though Viranya had only asked if
she was free to talk.
Patcharin asked as she buckled her seatbelt and leaned over to secure
Baibua's as well.
[Oh, I got some sirloin steak and was planning to cook it myself. I
remember you used to work at a Western restaurant, so I was
wondering if you know any simple sauce recipes. I tried looking on
YouTube, but it's all a bit confusing.]
Viranya said, her tone casual, though it was clearly an excuse to call.
"A sauce? It's not complicated to make. I'll text you a recipe once I get
home,"
[What about cooking the steak? Hmm.. what kind of pan should I use?]
Viranya asked, muttering softly as if she hadn't meant for Patcharin to hear.
Still, Patcharin was happy to provide an answer.
"A flat pan will work fine. I can send you a picture of the type if you'd like,"
"Yes, I do,"
Patcharin paused for a moment, then glanced at her daughter, who was
playing with her wand. Smiling fondly at Baibua, she turned back to the
phone and replied,
🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷
sunyan
☘️06.Dream-like Night ☘️
Viranya wanted to say she'd be there in ten minutes since she was already at
the entrance of the housing estate. However, she held back, not wanting
Patcharin to question why she was waiting before work hours ended.
Instead, she said she'd arrive in about an hour. To avoid suspicion, she drove
several extra miles in a different direction before circling back once she was
sure Patcharin was home.
Chentawee had sent her an invitation a while ago. Initially, she hadn't
planned to attend, but her sister had insisted at the last minute, leaving her
no choice. That's how she ended up with the steaks.
After the wine event, she returned to the office to finish some work, but
within an hour, she found herself restless without seeing her secretary.
So, she concocted an excuse to leave again, casually bringing up the idea of
making steak.
"And these steaks are from the wine event, too. They looked so premium
that I suddenly craved steak. Can you make it?"
"Yes, but just the sauce. I'll grill the steak myself," Viranya clarified.
In truth, Viranya could've taken the steaks to her mansion, where the staff
could prepare them to perfection, as if a five-star hotel chef had cooked
them. But she preferred being here instead.
Patcharin agreed, albeit a bit puzzled. She'd initially thought Viranya only
wanted to borrow a pan, but that wasn't the case.
Baibua was so overjoyed that she offered to perform her dance routine
again. Viranya, of course, didn't refuse, watching and cheering like the most
devoted fan of an idol.
From the kitchen, Patcharin couldn't help but smile as she overheard their
lively interaction.
Once Baibua's meal was ready, it was time to prepare Viranya's steak.
Today, Viranya wore a fitted white long-sleeve shirt.
She rolled up her sleeves and tied on an apron, looking both practical and
striking. Patcharin found herself stealing glances at her boss's back more
than once.
Patcharin seemed to have a knack for Western cooking. Her kitchen was
well-equipped with all the necessary tools and ingredients.
Initially, she planned to make a simple black pepper sauce, but Viranya
mentioned she had wine in her car, which she'd purchased along with the
She'd bought twelve bottles in total and requested a red wine sauce instead.
Viranya helped chop onions and garlic before carefully grilling two steaks.
Despite not being fond of cooking, she approached the task with focus and
care.
As the steaks began to cook, she added a splash of red wine to enhance the
aroma and flavor, complementing the sauce.
"Please be careful when pouring the wine. The oil might splatter. Please
pour it slowly," Patcharin advised.
"Ouch!"
Patcharin quickly turned off the stove and rushed over, instinctively
grabbing Viranya's hand to inspect it without asking for permission. It felt
like a scene straight out of a drama, where the leads accidentally touched.
Viranya replied. Her pale hand bore a few small red marks from the oil. As
someone unaccustomed to such tasks, she felt a sting on her skin but oddly
enjoyed the attention.
Patcharin said gently, leading Viranya to the sink. She turned on the tap and
carefully rinsed the affected area, softly rubbing the back of Viranya's hand.
Then, she applied ointment while they sat together.
Her gentle demeanor made it hard for Viranya to suppress her growing
feelings, even though she knew Patcharin's actions stemmed from simple
concern.
In the end, Patcharin took over grilling the steaks. By then, Baibua, who'd
finished her meal, was sent off to shower.
The little girl, dressed up and full of energy from dancing, was sweaty and
needed to clean up before bed. Patcharin knew her daughter would fall
asleep early tonight and didn't want her to go to bed without a proper bath.
After plating the steak, Patcharin quickly went to help Baibua get dressed.
Watching her juggle her responsibilities, Viranya felt a pang of guilt for
imposing.
Patcharin had to care for her child and entertain her boss. If it were Viranya,
she might've been overwhelmed.
She found herself admiring Patcharin even more, smiling as she looked at
the steak on her plate. She let her imagination wander, wondering what it'd
be like to share meals with Patcharin every day.
Seeing the wine glasses made her crave a drink. The leftover red wine from
cooking would pair perfectly with the steak.
Lalita was a talented woman from a wealthy family that owned one of the
country's leading private hospitals. While her family never opposed their
relationship, they didn't openly support it either.
Despite Viranya's family being equally affluent, she was still labeled as the
child of a mistress and a poor student.
Before long, Patcharin returned with Baibua, who'd powdered her face until
it was ghostly white and insisted on wearing her fairy wings again.
Patcharin indulged her, letting her play in the living room while she sat
down to eat with Viranya. Though they sat in different areas, the modestly
sized house allowed them to converse easily.
Baibua's cheerful voice rang out as she played, and Viranya learned that
Ms. Kaew was the tutor Patcharin often hired to look after Baibua in the
evenings.
The medium-rare steak, juicy and tender, was halfway gone when Baibua's
chatter softened into sleepy murmurs. She rubbed her eyes and yawned
frequently, just as Patcharin had predicted.
The little girl finally admitted, asking her mother to take her to bed.
The graceful mother stood and led her daughter upstairs. Baibua had her
own room since starting kindergarten, but she often crawled into Patcharin's
bed when she wanted comfort, especially on rainy nights.
She couldn't keep going like this-liking Patcharin so much but being too
timid to act. She felt like downing a glass of whiskey to shake off her
cowardice.
Baibua was an easy sleeper, capable of handling many things on her own.
After a short lullaby, Patcharin had managed to slip away. Viranya admired
how well Patcharin had raised her daughter.
"Are you planning to drink, Viranya? Don't you have to drive home later?"
"Just a glass or two. It'll go well after the steak," Viranya replied with a
smile.
The homeowner said, turning toward the shelf where the wine glasses were
kept. As she handed over the glasses, a thought occurred to her.
"Actually, I already have a bottle of wine chilled. If you don't mind, would
you like to start with that while we wait for yours to chill?"
"Sure. Could you also chill the other bottle for me?" Viranya asked with a
casual smile.
"I was planning to ask P' Sombut to take the car for a wash tomorrow, and
I'm worried they might go missing. Could I leave them here for now and
pick them up later?"
Viranya said, using the word 'heave' despite having just mentioned there
were only two or three bottles.
"Did you buy all of these at the wine-lasting event?" Patcharin asked.
But she had no other choice-her feelings for Patcharin were so strong that
she was willing to act out of character. Once she'd made up her mind, there
was no turning back, even if Patcharin didn't reciprocate.
Viranya couldn't shake the thought that a woman who'd once been married
to a man might find it difficult to change her preferences.
Just as Viranya herself had never felt any attraction to men, she assumed
Patcharin mightn't feel anything for her either.
After storing the wine in the wooden cabinet under the kitchen counter-
since the fridge couldn't hold them all-the two returned to the dining table.
They each poured a glass of the pre-chilled red wine and then moved on to
the bottle Viranya had opened earlier for cooking.
Once the steak plates were cleared and set aside for washing, they moved to
the living room sofa. It was the first time Patcharin had shared a drink with
her boss in her own home.
"So, you went to a wine-tasting event. Does that mean you've already had
quite a bit to drink today?"
Patcharin asked, noticing the slight flush on Viranya's face. She'd seen her
boss hungover before, so it wasn't hard to guess what the reddening cheeks
signified.
"Just a little,"
Viranya replied with a sheepish smile, feeling as though a strict teacher was
interrogating her.
While it was true Viranya had had some wine earlier, she wasn't drunk. It
was her restlessness and longing to see her secretary that had driven her to
leave work and come here.
"If you drink more, won't you end up getting really drunk?"
Patcharin's tone grew firmer, as if she were scolding her, though she held
back out of respect for her boss.
"I won't get drunk. But if I do, I'll have P' Sombut pick me up. Or I could
just find a nearby hotel to stay at," Viranya said nonchalantly.
"There's still so much wine left. Tomorrow's a day off. Can't we open
another bottle?"
She asked with a bright smile, her amber eyes glistening with delight. But
when she caught Patcharin's hesitant expression, she realized her mistake.
"Oh, I forgot..."
Patcharin asked, her curiosity piqued. She'd already had a few glasses
herself, which made her more open about expressing her interest.
"I'm not inconvenienced by you drinking here. I'm just worried you mightn't
be able to drive home," Patcharin explained quickly.
"Thank you,"
Viranya replied softly, her voice tinged with melancholy. She met
Patcharin's gaze and forced a small smile, touched by her concern but still
feeling guilty for letting herself get carried away.
She finished the wine in her glass, set it on the coffee table, and made a
move to stand, only to be stopped.
"Ms. Gren,"
Patcharin called gently, her warm hand resting cautiously on Viranya's arm.
It was rare for Patcharin to touch her boss without asking first, and this
time, she seemed genuinely concerned.
Over the past few weeks, she'd unintentionally caused Viranya to overthink
and misunderstand many things. She didn't want that to happen again. She
didn't want her boss to ignore her anymore.
"I'm really not inconvenienced. You can even stay here tonight if you want."
Her voice was soft, uncertain whether she feared being reprimanded or
simply didn't want Viranya to leave.
Viranya said, sitting back down. She glanced at the small hand still resting
on her arm. Patcharin quickly withdrew it, just as Viranya seemed to have a
realization. She looked up and asked,
"Yes. If you're too drunk to drive, you shouldn't. I'll sleep with Baibua, and
you can take my room,"
Patcharin offered, her gentle ebony eyes dismissing the idea of calling a
driver as if it weren't an option.
"In that case... I'll take you up on your offer for the night,"
Though the situation felt unusual, Patcharin allowed it to unfold. After all, it
wasn't every day that a boss asked to stay at their secretary's house.
She tried to think positively, assuming Viranya might have a lot on her mind
and needed to drink to unwind. Little did she know, Viranya's desire to
drink with her was entirely romantic in nature.
They reminisced about shared experiences from the past few months, their
conversation filled with smiles and laughter. The wine's effects blurred the
lines between boss and secretary, leaving only two people who understood
each other.
But as the clock struck ten, Viranya dozed off before they could finish the
bottle. She'd fallen asleep on the sofa while Patcharin had excused herself to
the bathroom.
"Ms. Gren,"
Patcharin called softly, trying not to startle her guest. She repeated her
gentle call twice, but Viranya only furrowed her brows and mumbled
incoherently, refusing to wake.
Realizing her efforts were futile, Patcharin sat beside her, lightly touching
her shoulder. For the first time, she used a term of endearment that had
never crossed her lips before.
At the sound of her name, Viranya opened her eyes, her expression dazed.
Her sleepy, red-tinged eyes scanned her surroundings. She was still in the
living room.
The wine bottles and glasses were gone, replaced by a glass of cold water
on the coffee table. She wasn't sure how long she'd been asleep. Normally,
she never drank to the point of passing out, but perhaps being here made her
feel safe enough to let her guard down.
Viranya accepted the glass and drank half of it before thanking her. She
didn't feel nauseous, just a little tipsy and very sleepy.
Instead of continuing, she reached out and gently grabbed Patcharin's hand,
causing her to turn back.
"P' Patch,"
Viranya called, her voice husky, her amber eyes filled with vulnerability
and emotion.
"Yes?"
Patcharin responded softly, her full lips barely moving as she looked at
Viranya with a mix of curiosity and concern. She didn't pull her hand away,
seemingly more worried about Viranya's well-being than the sudden touch.
Viranya replied, though she wasn't feeling all that dizzy. It wasn't the wine
making her head spin-it was the emotions stirring within her, the yearning
to be closer to Patcharin.
Spending the entire evening together, cooking side by side, and even having
Patcharin gently apply ointment to her hand-it was all so heartwarming that
"How about taking some hangover medicine first? Then I'll help you
upstairs,"
Patcharin suggested.
The closeness made the tipsy woman feel even more Intoxicated-not from
the wine, but from the soft scent and warmth radiating from Patcharin.
If she could, she would've moved her arm from Patcharin's shoulder to wrap
around her waist and pulled her into a tight embrace, just to end the torment
of restraint.
The furniture was all in light wood tones, and the curtains and bedding were
in soft, solid colors that were easy on the eyes. The room reflected the
owner's good taste and orderly nature, with everything neatly arranged.
Patcharin flipped on the light switch and guided Viranya to sit at the edge of
the bed. It was then that the tipsy woman noticed Patcharin's face was just
as flushed as hers.
Patcharin seemed a bit lightheaded but still composed enough to get her
upstairs. Truly, she was an exceptional secretary-but Viranya wished she
could be more than that.
"The bathroom is just outside to the left. I'll leave the hallway light on for
you,"
"I'll go grab a towel and some clothes for you in case you want to shower..."
But she stopped mid-sentence as a hand reached out to gently grasp hers,
just like before.
"P' Patch,"
Viranya called, her voice steady yet filled with unspoken emotions. She
looked up at Patcharin's sweet, captivating face, as if there was so much she
wanted to say but couldn't find the words.
Patcharin glanced down, meeting her gaze briefly. She was about to ask
what was wrong when, in the next moment, another hand wrapped around
her slender waist, pulling her closer until only a few centimeters separated
them.
"Ms. Gren, this is a bit..." Patcharin began, her voice trailing off.
She didn't seem too startled by the embrace. Instead, she met Viranya's
smoldering, vulnerable gaze without fear, perhaps because the wine had
dulled her senses and slowed her reactions.
"I like..."
Viranya confessed, her arms still wrapped around Patcharin. She moved the
hand holding Patcharin's to her own flushed cheek, her sharp jawline now
clearly visible.
Patcharin's voice trembled as she asked, her heart pounding loudly. She
wasn't sure if it was her own heartbeat she was hearing or Viranya's.
"I like your work ethic and the food you make," Viranya replied earnestly.
Hearing this, Patcharin let out a small sigh, lowering her hand from
Viranya's cheek. Her tone turned curt.
With that, the petite woman tried to step back, but Viranya's long arms held
her firmly in place.
"Do you want me to scold you like I scolded Baibua? Work hours are over
now. I'm not your secretary anymore,"
Patcharin said, her face stern as she lightly scolded her. She wondered if she
needed to switch into 'big sister' or 'mom' mode to get Viranya to listen.
"That's not fair. Even when you're scolding me, I still like it," Viranya said
with a grin.
"You like it when I scold you? In that case, I won't hold back,"
Patcharin replied, her expression serious. She tried to pull away again but
froze mid-motion. She wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but it felt like
their faces were getting closer.
Viranya's arms were still wrapped around her, and now they were pulling
her down, making it hard to keep her balance.
She had to brace one knee on the edge of the bed, her knee landing right
between Viranya's legs. The position was precarious, but she had no time to
"No, It's not just when you scold me. I like you all the time,"
Viranya said, sitting up even straighter. She pulled Patcharin closer until
there was no space left between them. Her free hand gently caressed
Patcharin's pale cheek, guiding her face downward.
Her voice was sweet, her amber eyes filled with deep longing as she spoke.
"I like you, P' Patch. I like you... and I want you to be more than just my
secretary."
Patcharin's face was drawn closer until the tip of her nose brushed against
Viranya's cheek. Her gaze softened, her body weakening as she was pulled
closer.
Those words made her feel weightless, her heart racing. Her senses blurred,
as if she were being pulled out of reality for a moment.
The two locked eyes for a brief moment before everything became a haze of
closeness. They nearly stopped breathing as they felt the warmth of each
other's breath and the soft press of lips.
Patcharin was gently pulled into a tender kiss, one so soft and gentle it felt
like a dream...
🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷
sunyan
"Think it over again. At the very least, working here means you won't have
to worry about income,"
"But I haven't worked in a corporate setting for over two years. I'm not sure
if I can do this job well,"
Patcharin replied, her face clouded with concern. She wore a cropped
turtleneck top paired with a long skirt, her sleek black hair cascading down
her back.
Her makeup was in soft pink tones, emphasizing her bright eyes, making
her appear younger than her age. Overall, she looked far more radiant than
she did in her current workdays.
Wannisa said, taking a sip of her hot Americano, savoring the aroma before
continuing.
"I'm not worried about hard work, but will your sister be okay with
suddenly having a stranger as her secretary?" Patcharin asked hesitantly.
"Gren? Don't worry about her. She wouldn't dare go against me. As long as
I say so, she'll have to agree. If it weren't for her tendency to slack off, I
Wannisa explained, letting out another sigh as she gently placed her coffee
cup down and crossed her arms.
"It wasn't much of an issue before, but now that she's in a higher position
with more responsibilities, her lazy attitude could lead to a lack of respect
from others, especially since there are already whispers about her
background. You know what I mean, right?"
"I do."
Patcharin said, nodding as she processed Wannisa's words. She took a small
sip of her own hot black coffee. The person Wannisa wanted her to work for
was the child of a mistress, so it wasn't surprising that there were people
who looked down on her.
"And another thing, my sister likes women and probably has no intention of
settling down. There are always rumors about her love life. I'm worried
about her. I don't want her wasting her money and time on partying too
much. If you could help keep an eye on her, I'd feel more at ease. At the
very least, it might make Gren take her work more seriously," Wannisa
added.
"Aren't you worried about her getting romantically involved with me?"
Patcharin asked with a soft smile, as if playfully testing her charm. She was
undeniably beautiful, her demeanor more captivating than most women her
age.
"You trust me because I have a child now, don't you?" Patcharin asked
knowingly.
Patcharin repeated softly, letting out a sigh. She'd once been part of the
secretary team for the head of the Boonnub-a-nan family, a family so
wealthy they were ranked among the world's richest. They had countless
connections and businesses.
It was a well-known fact in elite society how selective the family was in
choosing their staff.
Yet, Patcharin had been selected as one of the personal secretaries to the
head of the family. While some dismissed her selection as being based on
her looks, the praise from those around the head of the family proved her
competence.
Over the past year, however, her income had started to fall short of her
expenses, prompting her to take on more work. That's when Wannisa
reached out to her.
"Yes, it might be a bit exhausting at first because Gren doesn't really try to
earn people's respect or showcase her abilities, even though she's just as
capable as anyone else. I want you to help bring out her potential," Wannisa
explained.
Wannisa replied, chuckling softly. Once she felt that Patcharin was starting
to lean toward accepting the offer, she adjusted her tone and brought up the
more serious matter.
"This is really important to me, Patch. I need Gren to step up and become a
strong support for me. Because one day, someone else might want to take
the position I currently hold."
Patcharin's dark eyes flickered with understanding. She realized this wasn't
a trivial matter and that Wannisa was genuinely concerned.
Wannisa said, trying to sound more relaxed, though it was clear to someone
like Patcharin that she was still worried.
"Let's just say this: I can guarantee that this job will be worth it for you,
Patch. As for Gren's flirtatious nature, from what I know, her type is women
under thirty. So, you don't have to worry about her bothering you. But if
something like that ever happens and it makes you uncomfortable, I
promise I'll find you a better job," Wannisa assured her.
Present day, in a cozy two-story house filled with the aroma of fried bacon.
Patcharin woke up in her daughter's bedroom at eight in the morning.
Soon, the sound of slow footsteps descending the stairs echoed through the
house.
Viranya replied, her face bare of makeup, wearing the same wrinkled shirt
and pants from the night before.
"I'm an angel every day," the little girl declared, still wearing her fairy
wings. "But why are you wearing the same clothes, Auntie Gren?"
"I didn't want to borrow your mom's clothes. I didn't want to bother her. But
I did wash my face and brush my teeth already this morning." Viranya
explained.
When she woke up, she found a set of clothes, a towel, and a new
toothbrush laid out on the vanity in her room.
She assumed Patcharin had prepared them for her, but she hadn't changed
since she planned to leave soon. She already felt bad enough for staying
over and getting so drunk she could barely remember anything.
"By the way, what's your mom cooking? It smells amazing," Viranya asked,
sniffing the air.
Baibua quickly replied, referring to rice soup made from unpolished rice.
Viranya glanced over at Patcharin, who was just finishing frying the bacon
to a crisp and placing it in a bowl. Patcharin then used the bacon grease to
sauté garlic until golden brown.
She turned to meet Viranya's gaze briefly but didn't say anything as she was
focused on cooking.
Once everything was ready, Patcharin set the food on the dining table.
"This morning, I made minced pork rice soup with bacon and carrots.
Please join us,"
Patcharin said as she served a small bowl of rice soup to Baibua. It seemed
she'd prepared an extra portion for Viranya as well.
She offered, even though she herself only drank black coffee. It was
surprising that she'd prepared sweetened coffee.
"Auntie Gren, aren't you eating breakfast? If you don't eat, you won't grow
taller,"
Baibua advised earnestly, likely repeating something her mom had told her.
"Auntie worried you won't get enough to eat. You go ahead and eat. I'm
already tall enough and don't want to grow any taller."
Soon, the coffee from the capsule machine was served. The rich aroma of
the coffee was soothing, and Viranya sat down at the dining table with a
reserved demeanor, watching the mother and daughter enjoy their breakfast.
Patcharin asked as she wiped the corners of her daughter's mouth with a
tissue.
"I slept fine. I barely remember falling asleep," Viranya replied, rubbing the
back of her neck.
Baibua chimed in, eager to join the conversation. Viranya didn't mind
indulging her curiosity.
"I dreamed about going to the beach and eating grilled shrimpy!"
Baibua said excitedly before taking another bite of her rice soup. She
chewed a little, swallowed, and then asked,
Patcharin's hand, which had been scooping rice soup, froze momentarily at
Viranya's response.
Viranya suggested, still determined to take Baibua out for some fun.
"Mommy Patch said she's taking me to visit Grandpa and Grandma today,"
Hearing that, Viranya turned to meet Patcharin's gaze, her voice tinged with
regret as she asked,
"In the afternoon. I plan to stay overnight since it's been a while since I took
Baibua to visit them," Patcharin replied.
"But I haven't showered since last night. If I stay until the afternoon, I'll be
unbearable," Viranya joked.
"Well, you didn't change into the clothes I prepared for you,"
Patcharin retorted, her tone slightly scolding. Spending more time together
outside of the office had softened her professional demeanor, revealing
more of her motherly side.
"I didn't want to bother you by borrowing your clothes," Viranya explained.
"How about this? You take a shower and change into the clothes I set out.
I'll wash your outfit for you. With the sun this strong, it should dry in time,"
Patcharin suggested, her tone practical yet subtly encouraging her boss to
stay longer.
Patcharin even volunteered to wash not just the outer clothes but also the
undergarments. Is this really part of a secretary's duties? It feels like she's
going above and beyond. Isn't this what a mother or wife does for you?
Viranya thought to herself with a smile as she stood under the cool water of
the shower. She eventually gave in, showering and changing into one of
Patcharin's oversized t-shirts and comfortable shorts.
While waiting for her clothes to dry, Viranya sat on the sofa with Patcharin,
chatting casually. Baibua was at a small table in front of them, happily
drawing pictures.
Patcharin replied without making eye contact. Viranya could sense that
Patcharin had something on her mind, something she wanted to say but was
hesitating to voice. It was unusual for someone as confident as Patcharin to
act this way.
Patcharin's trembling voice broke the silence as she pulled away from the
kiss. Her dark eyes were filled with turmoil, mirroring the longing in
Viranya's gaze.
But before she could say more, Viranya's slender hand cupped the back of
her neck, pulling her in for another kiss. The wall of propriety they'd built
crumbled completely.
Viranya initiated the kiss, and within seconds, Patcharin responded, their
lips pressing together more firmly.
The contact deepened, their heavy breaths and soft moans filling the room.
The warmth of their breath turned into heat, intensifying as Viranya's
tongue slipped into Patcharin's mouth, teasing skillfully.
Even the simplest touches sent shivers down Patcharin's spine. Viranya's
hands roamed over her shirt, kneading gently, eliciting soft gasps.
Everything escalated quickly, like fire meeting oil, spiraling out of control.
Patcharin said in a hoarse, shaky voice, her chin tilted upward as her hands
clutched Viranya's shirt tightly.
"I don't want something like this to happen while we're drunk."
At those words, Viranya exhaled heavily, her desire subsiding. She lay
down beside Patcharin, no longer pursuing her as before, but still refusing
to let her go from her embrace.
Patcharin didn't respond, allowing Viranya to hold her until she fell asleep.
Patcharin had prepared herself for the possibility that Viranya wouldn't
remember anything the next day. If she did, they could talk about it
rationally.
But as the sun rose and a new day began, Viranya didn't mention it, leaving
Patcharin to keep the memory to herself.
"They smell so nice. I'm jealous of Baibua for having such a talented mom,"
Viranya complimented after changing back into her own clothes, catching
the clean, fresh scent of fabric softener that matched the smell of Patcharin's
own clothes.
"Don't be jealous. Having just one child is already exhausting. If I had you
as a child, too, I'd probably collapse,"
Viranya said with a playful smile. She intended to tease further, hinting that
she wanted to be something equally important, but before she could say
more, Patcharin's phone rang.
Excusing herself, Patcharin stepped away to take the call, which lasted
several minutes. She even called Baibua over to talk on the phone,
revealing that the caller was Baibua's father.
Viranya, who'd been about to ask something, found herself unable to speak.
A heavy feeling settled in her chest, heavier than when she first learned that
Patcharin still kept in touch with her ex-husband.
This time, it was clear they didn't just talk occasionally; they had a lengthy
conversation, and Baibua's joy at speaking with her father was evident.
Feeling overwhelmed, Viranya excused herself and left shortly after.
Viranya didn't go far. On a whim, she decided to visit a close friend who
lived in another housing estate, not too far from Patcharin's house.
Viranya called out weakly from the gate of a house. She'd called ahead to
let the homeowner know she was coming. Ariya, who happened to be home,
was waiting to greet her but was surprised to see her friend looking so
dejected.
"You're way richer than me, and you're asking for food at my house? Did
some girl scam you out of all your money?" Ariya teased.
"Let me guess, you didn't sleep at your condo last night, did you?"
Ariya asked as she opened the intricately designed wrought iron gate.
"Come in. My mom made braised eggs to offer monks this morning. There's
still half a pot left."
Ariya led her guest to the kitchen at the back of the house. The aroma of the
braised egg stew filled the air, making Viranya's stomach growl.
It seemed Ariya hadn't had lunch yet either. She served Viranya a plate of
hot rice topped with the stew before preparing her own portion.
Viranya asked as she used her spoon to cut the braised egg in half. The two
friends sat casually in the kitchen, eating together.
Back in their university days, Viranya often ate and stayed over at Ariya's
house, where her parents were usually absent, just like today.
"Nope. I just got off a shift this morning and only woke up because of your
call,"
Ariya replied, getting up to pour cold water from the fridge into glasses for
both of them.
"Sorry about that. I thought you'd have your phone on silent like always,"
Viranya said apologetically.
Ariya said, taking a sip of water. After finishing half her glass, she asked,
"But what about you? I haven't seen you stay out overnight in months. What
happened? Did you lose control?"
Even though Ariya was always busy with work, she couldn't help but notice
the changes in her friend's behavior. It seemed that Wannisa's decision to
have Patcharin work as Viranya's secretary was yielding positive results.
Viranya had been spending fewer nights away from home, partly because
her increased workload left her with little time to flirt or invite anyone out.
"It's not like that. But last night, I had a reason to stay over,"
Viranya said with a faint smile, pushing the rice soaked in braised egg stew
around her plate, even though she'd complained about being hungry earlier.
Noticing her demeanor, Ariya immediately set her spoon down and turned
to stare at her friend with a curious and concerned expression.
"What?"
"Ah... this tone, these eyes, this behavior. Was it that secretary of yours?
Did you two sleep together?"
"What kind of person do you think I am?" Viranya shot back, feigning
indignation.
Ariya replied bluntly, listing off traits she'd observed throughout their
friendship. She then casually took another bite of her food, chewing without
a care, waiting for Viranya to argue or defend herself as she usually did.
"I guess I really am a mess," Viranya admitted, her face visibly downcast.
"Of course I am. Last night, I stayed over at her house, just like you
guessed. At first, I only went there to have dinner, but then I ended up
drinking wine and getting drunk. She let me stay the night, but I crossed the
line. Help me figure out what to do. I remember pulling her in for a kiss, but
I don't remember what else I did or said. I wanted to ask her about it this
morning, but she didn't bring it up at all. And then she spent ages on the
phone with her ex-husband. I don't know what to do."
Her parents ran an orchid farm, with a garden spanning an area about the
size of one and a half football fields across the street from the house. In the
past, Patcharin rarely visited her parents due to a falling-out with her strict
and old-fashioned father.
However, after Baibua came into her life, she started visiting more often,
thinking that at the very least, her parents were Baibua's grandparents.
"Baibua, sweetie, do you want some sweets? I had someone buy Thai
desserts from the market this morning. They're all delicious,"
Pisamai offered, placing a woven tray filled with Thai desserts in front of
her granddaughter. Baibua and Patcharin had arrived a while ago, and they
were all lounging under the house's shaded area, enjoying the cool and
relaxing atmosphere.
Baibua's eyes lit up as she looked at the desserts, which included Thai
tapioca dumplings, coconut rice balls, layered jelly, and coconut jelly-all
high in sugar.
The little girl said, pointing to the smooth, bouncy coconut jelly. The doting
grandmother immediately picked it up and fed it to her.
"Mom, you don't have to feed her. She can eat on her own now,"
Patcharin said, reclining on a bamboo lounge chair. She'd told her family
many times not to spoil Baibua with too many sweets. If Baibua wanted
something sweet, Patcharin usually supplemented it with fresh fruit instead.
But within less than an hour of being here, Baibua had already eaten nearly
ten pieces of dessert, making all of Patcharin's efforts to monitor her sugar
intake seem futile.
"A little feeding won't hurt. Here, one more bite, my clever girl. Eat well so
you'll grow up fast. When you start first grade, come live with Grandma,
okay?"
Pisamai said with a bright smile, picking up a sugar-coated coconut rice ball
to feed Baibua, who happily chewed with puffed cheeks. Then she turned to
her daughter.
"And you, Patch, aren't you going to eat? You used to love these Thai
desserts from Auntie Da's shop."
"I used to like them when I was a kid, Mom. Not anymore. Besides, I
already ate on the way here, so I'm not hungry," Patcharin replied.
Hearing that, her mother didn't insist further. She simply watched her
granddaughter eat with a contented expression while continuing to ask
Patcharin about her work.
"So, how's the new job going? Back to being a secretary, right?"
A few months ago, during a school break, Patcharin brought Baibua here
and used the opportunity to share the news about returning to a full-time
job.
"It's going well. Having a full-time job makes things easier. I don't have to
worry about expenses as much," Patcharin replied.
Previously, her freelance income wasn't enough to support herself and her
daughter. She had to take on academic article translations and marketing
analysis projects for small private companies.
The income was unstable, but thanks to her savings from her time as a
secretary for the Boonnub-a-nan family, she'd managed to raise Baibua and
pay off her house and car on her own for years.
Patcharin answered her mother, her gaze shifted toward the house's
entrance. At that moment, her father was crossing the small road to the
house.
"And with your late work hours, who picks up Baibua from school?"
Pisamai asked, knowing where her granddaughter went to school and what
time classes ended. She'd temporarily stayed in Bangkok a few times to
help take care of Baibua.
"I hired a teacher I know to look after her after school. I pick her up after
work," Patcharin explained.
When she was freelancing, Patcharin took care of her daughter every day,
whether it was during school breaks or the school term. But now that she
had a full-time job, she had to leave Baibua with her father's side of the
family during the last school break.
Baibua asked after finishing her dessert. Under the house, there was a
wooden rocking horse and several toys that her grandmother had prepared
for her.
Patcharin said. The little girl then climbed off the bamboo platform and
went to sit on the rocking horse by herself.
"You hired a teacher? Can you trust her?" Pisamai asked again.
"Is it that dyke teacher? Is it really okay to leave our granddaughter with
someone like that?"
Pisut asked as he sat down on the bamboo platform, removing his hat with a
cloth cover. He then drank several gulps of cold water from a thermos. He'd
just returned from checking on the workers in the garden across the street.
"She's been looking after Baibua for almost a semester now, and there hasn't
been any problem,"
Patcharin replied, her tone sharp, displeased with her father's disdainful
tone toward Ms. Kaew.
Patcharin had known Ms. Kaew since Baibua was in kindergarten, Ms.
Kaew had been Baibua's homeroom teacher at the time, and they'd relied on
each other ever since.
Her parents had met her a few times, and because of her tomboyish
demeanor and short, practical haircut, many people, including her parents,
mistakenly assumed that she was attracted to women.
"But I don't like the idea of leaving our granddaughter with someone like
that. If you're going to work, why not let that side take care of her?" Pisut
suggested.
"It's enough that they look after her during school breaks. I don't want to
give them too much authority," Patcharin said firmly.
"You don't exactly have the right to keep them away," her father countered.
Hearing this, Patcharin's face grew upset, as did Pisamai's. Unable to hold
back, Pisamai scolded her husband.
"That's enough. Our daughter is doing fine taking care of her own child."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man let out a frustrated sigh, feeling like he'd
lost face. As the head of the family, accustomed to giving orders to workers
and being obeyed, he wasn't used to being challenged-especially not by his
youngest daughter, who often resisted him.
"I'm just saying this out of concern. It's better for her to stay with her father
than with a teacher who's a freak,"
Pisut said. He'd always looked down on people with same-sex preferences.
He was old-fashioned and patriarchal, but he was still her father.
Hearing the term 'freak' made Patcharin's temper flare. Her anger only grew
when a woman in her forties walked into the yard. She was dressed like a
laborer but wore heavy makeup that stood out from afar.
The woman said in a sweet, flattering tone. Then she turned to Patcharin.
"Oh, Patch, dear! When did you get here? Did you bring little Baibua?
What do you want to eat tonight? I'll make it for you."
Yupin carried herself with an air of exaggerated grace that felt insincere
and, frankly, irritating. She was Pisut's other wife, just five years older than
Patcharin. Once a worker on the farm, she'd somehow found her way into
becoming his second wife.
She had a grown child in their early twenties from a previous relationship.
Patcharin had never liked Yupin and her daughter, nor had she ever
However, since Yupin took over managing the workers and the farm in her
mother's stead, Patcharin chose to stay silent, as long as she didn't trouble
her mother.
"Nothing,"
Patcharin replied curtly, her tone sharp and unapologetic, turning her head
away as if to end the conversation.
When Pisut saw his daughter's impolite behavior toward his other wife, he
immediately scolded her.
Patcharin clenched her teeth tightly and glanced briefly at her mother.
Pisamai gave her a faint, understanding smile, seemingly siding with her
husband. Reluctantly, Patcharin adjusted her expression and spoke again.
As soon as she finished speaking, she quickly stood up from the reclining
wooden chair.
"I'm feeling a bit tired. I'll go rest upstairs. Please keep an eye on Baibua for
me, Morn."
Patcharin pressed her lips together in restraint as she walked toward the
house. While she didn't openly object to her father having another wife, it
didn't mean she wanted to get along with her.
Ideally, they'd just stay out of each other's way. Pretending to be friendly
when she didn't like her was something she couldn't bring herself to do. She
couldn't understand how her mother tolerated it. If it were her, she wouldn't
have stayed in such a situation.
Thankfully, there was a strict rule that no outsiders were allowed upstairs in
this house. Otherwise, she would've felt even more suffocated than she
already did. Patcharin climbed the stairs and sat on the teakwood living
room set.
Her eyes wandered to the photo frames placed on top of a wooden cabinet
in one corner of the house. Among them were several photos of herself. She
gazed at the pictures with a look of deep longing and affection.
Then, she stood up and gently touched one of the framed photos, her fingers
brushing over it with care. In the photo, there appeared to be two versions
of herself-one with a mole at the corner of her eye and one without.
Patcharin whispered, her voice trembling as tears welled up in her eyes and
began to spill over.
"Are you lonely over there? Because over here, I'm so, so lonely."
Patcharin tried to keep her voice steady, but soon she was sobbing, her pain
evident.
"But don't worry about me, I'll be fine. I'll endure it for Baibua. Don't worry
about me, Pim."
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☘️08.Ready to Let Go ☘️
Patcharin had an identical twin sister named Pimpirat. The two weren't
only siblings but also best friends. They looked nearly identical in every
way, except for a small mole at the corner of Pimpirat's left eye.
However, three years ago, Pimpirat was in a tragic accident when her car
fell off a cliff during a company seminar. The accident claimed five lives
and became a major news story.
However, he wasn't much of a good father, and his family wasn't supportive
either. In the beginning. when he received the insurance payout from his
wife's death, Pakorn lived extravagantly, indulging himself and his family
as if he'd won the lottery.
She also showered the child with love and warmth, knowing that her
resemblance to her late sister might provide some comfort. Patcharin
frequently visited and eventually adopted Baibua as her own daughter.
Baibua began calling her 'Mommy Patch'. Over time, the little girl's
emotional state improved. However, one day, Pakorn caused trouble again,
forcing Patcharin to step in and protect Baibua.
Pakorn's reckless spending habits had spoiled him. Once the insurance
money ran out, he mortgaged the house and car that he and Pimpirat had
purchased together, encouraged by his own family.
These assets should've been preserved for his daughter, but he was
drowning in debt and decided to let the bank repossess the house and car.
When Patcharin found out, she'd had enough.
She took it upon herself to clear the debts, drafting a legal agreement to
transfer all assets to Baibua and taking full responsibility for raising her
from that point on.
Wannisa had been sent to Harvard by her family, while Patcharin had to
work to support herself. Wannisa admired Patcharin's determination and
abilities.
During Patcharin's first year of undergraduate studies, she had a falling out
with her father over her relationship with another woman. Eventually, she
broke up with her girlfriend.
Patcharin had retreated to rest, and by the time she woke up, it was nearly 5
PM. She felt drained, having barely slept the night before, her mind restless
over what had happened with Viranya.
To be fair, she couldn't entirely blame Viranya. She hadn't been that drunk
and was fully aware that she could've stopped things but chose not to.
Reflecting on it later, she felt uneasy about letting herself go too far,
allowing herself to kiss her boss while intoxicated.
Just then, her phone rang. She glanced at the screen and saw it was a friend
from her high school days. They must've heard she was back home, likely
thanks to Yupin spreading the news. This friend sold goods at the local
market, so it wasn't surprising.
She asked groggily after answering the call. Her friend was trying to
persuade her to visit a famous fortune teller together the next afternoon, but
Patcharin wasn't in the mood.
"No, thanks. I'm planning to leave before noon tomorrow. I don't want
to get stuck in traffic."
In truth, she wasn't in a rush, but she didn't want to stay home too long,
fearing another argument with her father. She decided she'd leave early the
next morning.
[Oh, really? That's too bad. By the way, how did it go last time? The
fortune teller said someone would fall for you. Did it happen?]
The voice on the other end sounded excited, as if it were their own story.
Patcharin had gone to see a fortune teller with this friend several months
ago. The fortune teller predicted that someone younger would fall for her.
At first, she thought it might be Ms. Kaew, as they'd been in frequent
contact.
She also had a short, stylish haircut that gave off a cool vibe. However, it
turned out that Ms. Kaew wasn't into women; she just liked short hair and
wearing pants for comfort.
When it wasn't Ms. Kaew, Patcharin dismissed the fortune teller's prediction
as untrue-until she noticed the change in Viranya's gaze.
Patcharin didn't want to jump to conclusions, but many things made her
wonder. From Viranya's shy demeanor when they met at her house over
Baibua's tricycle incident to the late-night chat they had, where Viranya
claimed she'd messaged by mistake.
Patcharin had been thrilled, even though Viranya said she didn't know what
to type because she was too excited to message her in the first place.
One year earlier, Patcharin had just finished resolving the issues with
Baibua's father regarding the house and car. Feeling stressed, she decided to
visit a lesbian club for the first time.
She didn't usually go to such places, but it was her and her late twin sister's
birthday. Since Baibua was with her father, she wanted to go out and relax.
She thought a lesbian bar would be a safe space for her.
Patcharin met Viranya there. She was wearing a sleeveless crop top and
jeans, sitting alone at the bar, just like Patcharin. Her striking appearance
caught Patcharin's attention immediately.
More than that, it was her charm that captivated her at first sight. Viranya's
sharp, beautiful face and tall, slender figure left an impression on Patcharin.
Viranya raised her glass to toast Patcharin and then moved closer to sit
beside her.
The tall woman complimented, tucking her hair behind her ear and looking
at Patcharin with a hint of something more.
"You seem to be a hardcore, too. I haven't seen anyone here drink beer as
much as you," Patcharin replied.
"Really? Actually, beer isn't the only thing I like. I like other things, too,"
Viranya said with a sweet, alluring smile, her words deliberately suggestive,
inviting Patcharin to ask further.
Patcharin asked, tilting her chin slightly, sensing that Viranya was just as
interested in her.
Patcharin's sharp eyes glanced at the bracelet on Viranya's wrist. The bar
provided bracelets in different colors for customers to indicate their
relationship status.
A white bracelet meant single, unlike Patcharin, who chose not to wear any
bracelet, as she was there just to relax.
Viranya sald in a sweet, husky voice, her face moving closer, her lips
curling into a slight smile. There was no need to guess whether she was
interested in Patcharin; it was clear.
"Just one night?" Patcharin replied with a small smile. "What a shame. But
I'm not looking for the same thing as you."
She spoke honestly, taking a sip of her beer to mask her nervousness. She
felt regret for not being brave enough but also intrigued by Viranya, even
though Viranya had made her intentions clear.
That night, Viranya didn't push further or show any signs of wanting to
pursue her. They simply sat and drank together, chatting as if they'd known
each other for years. Viranya even offered to buy Patcharin another beer.
When the night ended, it concluded with a brief goodbye. For Viranya, it
was just another night, but for Patcharin, it was a night that left a lasting
impression on her heart.
She hadn't even known that the gorgeous woman she met that night was
Wannisa's younger sister. When she first saw the face of the person she was
to work for as a secretary, her heart raced.
The feelings she had that night came rushing back, as if she'd traveled back
in time. But unfortunately, it seemed that only she remembered that night.
.
.
Patcharin found herself reminiscing about the past while talking on the
phone with her friend.
Patcharin replied, though deep down, she knew how accurate the fortune
teller's predictions had been in the past.
That night, she stayed at her family home, and by late morning the next day,
she was ready to head back to Bangkok.
"Next week is a three-day weekend, isn't it? You can bring Baibua over
again,"
"I don't think I'll be able to visit next week. I'm planning to take Baibua to
the beach,"
Patcharin replied.
Patcharin told her mother before driving off. Her main goal was to take
Baibua on a trip, but her secondary goal was to clear her mind.
As she drove back, Patcharin couldn't stop thinking about Viranya. Her boss
had sent her a message the day before, filled with subtle concern:
Again:
Have you arrived safely? Have a safe journey.
Patcharin tried not to read too much into it, constantly reminding herself
that her place was as a secretary. Yet, she couldn't deny the emotions
stirring within her, especially when Viranya had seemed distant.
It'd made her anxious, and that anxiety turned into a deep sadness when she
noticed the red mark on Viranya's neck. The pain felt like a crack forming
in her chest, but she had to maintain a composed demeanor in front of
others.
Then there was the bouquet that had arrived the previous week. It was
obvious they were from someone special. The joy on Viranya's face was
something Patcharin had never seen before.
How could she feel at ease, even if she suspected mutual feelings? Who
wouldn't fear getting hurt? Wannisa had already warned her about Viranya's
personality. Patcharin had her late sister's child to care for and many
responsibilities to shoulder.
She couldn't let this affect her work. The kiss from that night would have to
remain a memory, even if she found it impossible to suppress her feelings.
Patcharin left home at dawn, riding her motorcycle to drop Baibua off at
school before arriving at work as usual.
She didn't forget to stop for coffee, buying herself a black coffee and a
caramel macchiato for Viranya, even though Viranya hadn't asked for it.
Patcharin knew her boss would arrive earlier than usual and decided to
prepare it as part of her duties.
Viranya's voice called out from outside the office. She noticed the extra
coffee cups on Patcharin's desk and asked curiously,
"Oh, you already have coffee? Why are there two cups?"
"One of them is yours, Ms. Gren. Normally, it's my job to get coffee, right?
I saw you'd be coming in early, so I got it for you," Patcharin explained.
Earlier that morning, Viranya had messaged Patcharin, letting her know
she'd be coming in early and asking her to prepare some documents-
documents she didn't actually need.
If it was the latter, then Viranya felt she might truly be out of chances..
"It's fine. I'll just drink both cups," Viranya said with a lighthearted tone.
Viranya, in a black wide-neck top, jeans, and a blazer, swapped the coffee
she'd bought with the one Patcharin had prepared. She'd also bought two
cups of coffee, so now they each had two cups of their favorite drinks.
Patcharin gently teased, knowing full well that her boss usually limited
herself to one cup of coffee a day and avoided drinking it after 3 PM to
ensure she could sleep.
"Some days, I drink three. Drinking two cups is pretty normal for me,"
Patcharin replied.
Viranya's eyes reflected surprise. She thought she knew Patcharin well, but
she hadn't realized how much coffee she drank. It made her feel like she
hadn't been paying enough attention.
"That's just how it is when you're older. I get tired easily and need coffee to
help,"
Viranya said with a gentle smile, her expression full of sincerity. In the past,
she might've thought women in their mid-thirties were too old for her, but
now that thought had vanished. Call it being hypocritical, or whatever, but
to her, Patcharin was just right.
"But I'm still older than you. Plus, I'm already a mom, so I guess I'm
qualified as old,"
Patcharin said, meeting Viranya's gaze with a faint smile. Her eyes looked
tired and melancholic, her tone calm and reserved, as if to subtly remind
Viranya that she wasn't someone to be flirted with lightly.
Viranya could only respond with a soft chuckle. Outwardly, she seemed
unbothered, but inside, she was torn about whether to bring up the kiss.
She wanted to tell Patcharin she was serious, that it wasn't just a drunken
impulse. But then again, she'd been so intoxicated that her memory of the
event was hazy.
The entire week, Viranya was consumed by her inner turmoil, while
Patcharin continued to perform her duties flawlessly. This only made
Viranya overthink, interpreting Patcharin's professionalism as indifference.
She even feared that Patcharin might quit her job. Feeling guilty for
crossing the line as a boss, Viranya privately contacted HR, instructing
them to inform her immediately if anyone submitted a resignation letter.
Viranya also found various excuses to check if Patcharin was still coming to
work. She sent her messages every morning, coming up with all sorts of
reasons. One day, she claimed she'd lost her pen and asked Patcharin to buy
her a new one the next morning.
The next day, it was an eraser, then a pencil. She even requested Patcharin
to prepare documents she didn't need. This week, Viranya had been giving
Patcharin more tasks than usual, despite her own schedule being packed
with meetings and client visits.
Viranya was caught up in planning sales strategies to the point where she
barely had time to eat. She wanted to find a moment to talk with Patcharin,
but her busy schedule left no room for it.
On top of that, she had to meet with clients and attend progress meetings
with the sales team. She was so swamped that she didn't even notice this
week included a long three-day weekend.
It wasn't until Friday that she realized she could try to make use of the
upcoming holiday to her advantage.
"This weekend is a long holiday. Do you have any plans, P' Patch?"
Viranya asked after stepping out of a meeting. She slowed her pace to stay
close to Patcharin, hoping for a chance to talk. But to her disappointment,
Patcharin already had plans.
"I'm planning to take Baibua to Bang Saen. Why? Do you need something,
Ms. Gren?"
Patcharin replied, looking at Viranya's sharp, beautiful face. She didn't even
realize she was walking side by side with her boss, a step she usually kept
behind for propriety.
"Oh, nothing special. I was just looking for travel ideas. If you had a cool
plan, I thought I might copy it,"
Viranya said, though what she really wanted to say was that she wished she
could join them. But knowing Patcharin was taking her daughter, she held
back, thinking they might want some alone time.
Their conversation ended as they reached the elevator, where they ran into
the company president-Wannisa, Viranya's sister.
Wannisa said, dressed in a white tailored suit. Her gaze briefly flicked to
Patcharin, who was walking alongside her younger sister.
Wannisa was heading to the upper floors, and since Viranya's office was
also upstairs, she joined her in the elevator.
The company didn't have separate elevators for staff and executives, so it
wasn't unusual to encounter managers and bosses on the way to different
floors.
They all entered the elevator together, five people in total, as both sisters
had their secretaries with them. Wannisa had two secretaries-one male and
one female.
"I was going to Invite you to dinner. I have something I want to talk about,"
Wannisa replied.
"I'm free,"
Viranya answered evenly, glancing briefly behind her. Just then, the
elevator reached the floor of her office.
"Let me know where you want to meet before the end of the workday.
Traffic will probably be bad on a Friday before a long weekend."
Viranya spoke to her sister before stepping out of the elevator, with
Patcharin quickly following behind her respectfully. As they walked away,
Patcharin briefly made eye contact with Wannisa, who gave her a friendly
smile.
Once the two had left, Wannisa glanced at their retreating figures walking
side by side before the heavy elevator doors closed.
At the end of the workday, Viranya didn't forget to wish Patcharin a fun trip
with her daughter. In the end, they didn't get a chance to clear the air.
With the evening traffic being particularly heavy, Viranya didn't want to
delay Patcharin any longer. After parting ways with her secretary, Viranya
headed to a French restaurant, driven there by her chauffeur.
Viranya asked her sister with a puzzled expression after they'd placed their
orders with the waiter. By the time she arrived at the restaurant, it was
exactly 7 PM.
Wannisa replied, taking a sip from the tall glass of water the waiter had just
served.
Wannisa said, setting her glass down gently and looking at her sister with a
slightly skeptical expression.
"I heard you bought a tricycle for Patch's daughter. Is that true?"
"Oh, that? I accidentally ran over her daughter's bike with my car, so I
bought a new one to replace it," Viranya explained.
"And how did you end up running over her daughter's bike? Did you go to
her house?"
"I didn't plan to go there. I didn't even know where her house was. I was
going to Pond's that day and accidentally turned into the wrong
neighborhood," Viranya clarified.
"I see,"
"It's not strange. I just want to remind you to think carefully about what
you're doing. Don't act recklessly or cross any boundaries. It wasn't easy to
get this secretary to work here. Don't let someone so talented and capable
slip away. Honestly, if it weren't for her, I don't think anyone else could
handle you,"
Viranya retorted with a self-deprecating smile, taking a sip of her water. She
didn't want to lose Patcharin either.
She'd seen firsthand how skilled Patcharin was at her job, but she'd already
crossed the line with her, unable to hold herself back.
Wannisa replied with a smirk. Outwardly, her younger sister might seem
like a troublemaker, but Wannisa knew that wasn't entirely true. She'd
noticed how Viranya tried to stay under the radar, working without seeking
attention.
Since Patcharin had joined, many things had improved. Viranya had
become more confident in taking credit for her work, and others had started
to recognize her efforts as well.
"Maybe I used to be reckless and careless, but now I'm serious about
everything,"
"Serious, huh? Just last week, you stayed out overnight and didn't come
back until three in the afternoon," Wannisa pointed out.
While she didn't like being monitored, she was relieved that the
housekeeper only knew she hadn't stayed at her condo and didn't know
where she'd actually spent the night.
If Wannisa had found out she'd stayed at Patcharin's house, the questioning
would've been relentless.
"Just because I stayed out doesn't mean I was up to no good. I just went out
for drinks and couldn't drive back," Viranya explained.
Wannisa raised her perfectly arched eyebrows again. She'd asked because
she found it odd that her sister had stayed out overnight, something she
"I see,"
Wannisa said curtly, keeping her doubts to herself. Just then, their food
arrived, and she changed the subject.
"Let's eat. This place is famous for its duck confit. It's supposed to be
amazing."
"It looks delicious," Viranya said, glancing at the elegantly plated dish. "By
the way, didn't you invite Mr. Chen to join us?"
She asked as the aroma of the food filled the air. The two had ordered
French onion soup, duck confit, and roasted lamb shank, accompanied by a
glass of premium French red wine each.
"He's visiting the new clinic branch in Khon Kaen with his younger sister
today,"
"Speaking of Mr. Chen, it's a good time to bring this up. What would you
think if I told you I'm planning to get married?"
Time passed, and by 10 PM, Viranya had already showered and changed
into her pajamas.
She was reclining on her bed, planning to rest early so she could wake up at
dawn and drive to Bang Saen.
She hoped to run into Patcharin, even if she had to pretend she was just out
for a drive. She knew the chances of a coincidental meeting were slim, but
she wanted to try anyway.
"Serious, huh? Just last week, you stayed out overnight and didn't come
back until three in the afternoon."
As she scrolled through social media on her phone, Wannisa's words echoed
in her mind. It struck her that if her own sister, who loved her, still viewed
her negatively, what would Patcharin, who barely knew her, think?
Maybe Patcharin thought she was frivolous and unreliable. It was true that
Viranya used to be carefree, but things had changed since she developed
feelings for Patcharin.
"If I keep staying silent, will it make her think even less of me?"
Viranya murmured to herself, setting her phone down beside her pillow.
The news on her screen hadn't registered in her mind at all.
She muttered anxiously, followed by a sigh. The faint scent of wine lingered
in her breath. She'd had a little wine with Wannisa, which only made her
overthink more than usual.
She grumbled, flipping onto her side. Her gaze fell on her phone, and an
idea came to her.
Again:
P' Patch, would it be okay if I came by tonight to pick up the wine I left
with you?
Tonight, she was determined to say what she needed to say. Maybe she just
needed to show her feelings. If possible, she wanted Patcharin to open her
heart.
But if not, at worst, she'd just have to endure the pain. And when that time
came, she was ready to let go.
If Patcharin could act indifferent about what had happened between them,
then, as her boss, Viranya could be professional enough to move on as well.
.
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☘️09.This Is Crazy ☘️
Viranya changed out of her pajamas into straight pants and a cropped top,
layering it with a blazer jacket. She spritzed on some perfume and applied
light makeup before heading to meet her secretary at her home.
She didn't know what Patcharin was thinking, but the situation weighed so
heavily on her mind that she could hardly focus on anything else. Since she
was the one who'd caused the issue, it was her responsibility to address it
and clear the air.
Viranya asked softly as she followed Patcharin into the kitchen. She'd
arrived at exactly 11 PM and noticed a wine glass in the sink, which had
been recently used. She guessed Patcharin had been drinking before she
arrived.
"She went to bed about an hour ago. She seemed excited about the trip
tomorrow, so she stayed up later than usual,"
Patcharin replied gently. She'd already packed Viranya's wine into a box, as
if she didn't want her to linger too long.
Viranya noticed that Patcharin's expression was more tense than usual. She
wasn't sure if Patcharin was upset about her late-night visit, but the stern
look on her face made Viranya, who'd come prepared to resolve things, feel
nervous again.
Viranya asked, trying to make small talk and ease into the topic she wanted
to discuss.
"Probably late morning. It's less than a two-hour drive to Bang Saen,"
Patcharin replied, her tone polite but distant. In her mind, she was
convinced that Viranya had dressed up so nicely and come to pick up the
wine this late because she had plans to go out partying.
Worse, she suspected Viranya might repeat the behavior from that night,
coming back with marks on her neck again.
Over the past week, it wasn't just Viranya who'd been restless. No one knew
how much Patcharin had been holding back her emotions, forcing herself to
maintain a calm facade so work could proceed as usual.
She didn't want anyone to know that more than half of her heart now
belonged to Viranya. Each day had been a struggle, and her thoughts had
consumed her that she ended up drinking wine alone tonight, thinking she'd
moved on.
But when she saw Viranya's message, she jumped to conclusions about her
intentions, which only irritated her further.
"Fun?"
"Oh, I'm not drinking this wine tonight. Actually, I don't think I'll be
drinking wine for a while. Every time I do, I end up getting too drunk,"
She smiled faintly, realizing that she'd dressed up to impress Patcharin, only
for Patcharin to assume she was going out partying.
"I see. Well, I can imagine. You were drunk the other night, too,"
Patcharin said softly, leaning against the kitchen counter. She didn't seem to
believe that Viranya wasn't planning to go out tonight.
Hearing Patcharin mention that night, Viranya set the wine box back on the
table and decided to speak seriously.
She wanted to explain that while she'd been drunk, she wasn't completely
out of control.
Everything she'd done was because she liked Patcharin. It might've been
inappropriate, but she couldn't undo what had happened. If Patcharin didn't
mind, she hoped she could open her heart to her.
Viranya didn't want their feelings to remain unresolved. But before she
could say anything, Patcharin interrupted with words that pierced her heart.
"Let's just forget about that night. It's in the past, and there's no need to
bring it up. I know you were drunk, and I don't hold it against you,"
Patcharin said quietly, her face slightly flushed as she turned away, avoiding
eye contact. It was as if she knew she'd weaken if she looked at Viranya
directly.
Viranya said, turning to face her. Her light amber eyes were filled with
concern and longing. She'd come prepared to talk, but Patcharin's dismissal
made her feel rejected before she could even begin.
"Feel anything?"
Her words sounded indifferent, but her tone and emotions told a different
story. Deep down, she longed to hear the same words from that night-the
confession that had made her feel like she was floating. She wanted to say
those words herself, but fear held her back.
"I may not remember everything, but I know what happened. Even when
I'm drunk, I'm always aware," Viranya said firmly.
"And the time you had marks on your neck? Were you aware then, too?"
Patcharin asked, her voice tinged with bitterness. She couldn't help but
bring it up. She still remembered the pang of jealousy she felt when she saw
those marks and the smile Viranya had given to the bouquet with the initial
'E'.
week that I'd say something, haven't you? I'm sorry for making you
anxious."
It made Viranya realize how poorly she must've handled things for
Patcharin to see her in such a negative light.
"That's not what I'm worried about. I don't care what others think. What
matters to me is that you understand me,"
Viranya said, her voice rising slightly. She stepped closer to Patcharin, who
was leaning against the counter, her expression weary and defeated. Then,
she softened her tone.
"That night, I admit I was drunk. But more than that, I did it because I like
you. But it's okay. I understand now. I understand that you don't like
women. I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable all this time."
It was like that night all over again, except this time, Viranya wasn't drunk.
She was confessing with a sincerity that couldn't be faked. And just like
that, Patcharin's resolve began to crumble.
She didn't want to get hurt. She was terrified that if she let herself fall any
deeper, she wouldn't be able to recover.
"You don't want to date women. I know. But I already like you,"
"Why do you think I don't want to date women?" Patcharin asked softly
Could someone like that really change their mind and like her, a thirty-five-
year-old single mother? But she couldn't deny her feelings any longer. She
liked Viranya-she was drawn to her in a way she couldn't resist.
"I said, since you already like me, why don't we try dating?"
If anything went wrong, she could always resign. Baibua was about to start
elementary school, and when the time came, she could move to Nakhon
Pathom to live with her mother.
Patcharin would find a new job and send money to support her daughter.
Her ultimate goal in life was to give Baibua the best future possible..
"Not officially as a couple yet, just trying to see how things go. But if
you're not okay with it.."
Viranya's excited voice burst out immediately. She stepped closer, intending
to hug Patcharin, but the other woman raised her arm to block her gently.
"Just trying, okay? For a while. If everything goes well, we'll continue. But
if not, we'll go back to how things were. I don't want our relationship to
affect work,"
Viranya said, her previously forlorn face now lighting up with a wide smile.
Patcharin realized for the first time how much she liked seeing Viranya's
happy, smiling face. It made her feel happy too, even though she still felt a
bit nervous deep down.
"So, when you say we're trying, does that mean we can do things together?"
Viranya asked, her excitement showing.
"I mean, like having dinner together, chatting, being sweet to each other,"
Viranya quickly clarified, her lips curving into a small, amused smile as she
realized how ambiguous her words had sounded.
Viranya asked softly, her voice low and warm. She moved her hands from
the counter to her sides and stepped closer again, until their bodies were
almost touching.
"Isn't this a bit too close?" Patcharin asked, her voice slightly shaky.
Viranya pressed, her gaze steady and intense. The more she stared, the more
Patcharin tried to look away, feeling flustered.
The older woman found herself unable to meet Viranya's eyes, her
confidence faltering.
"If it's just a hug, then yes, that's fine," Patcharin finally said.
As soon as the words left her mouth, Viranya wrapped her arms around her
tightly, finally getting the hug she'd wanted from the start.
She held Patcharin close, leaning her face into the soft hair near her neck,
inhaling the intoxicating scent that made her heart flutter.
She wanted to nuzzle closer, but she restrained herself, knowing that just
being allowed to hug was already more than enough.
Viranya said with a small smile. She could faintly detect the scent of
alcohol on Patcharin, but she was grateful she'd decided to come tonight. At
least she had the chance to express her feelings, and it hadn't been in vain.
"Ms. Gren,"
Patcharin said in a slightly stern tone, as if warning her that there would be
consequences if she didn't let go.
Hearing the change in her voice, Viranya loosened her embrace and stepped
back slightly.
"I like it when you scold me," she said with a cheerful smile.
"Do you want me to scold you like I scolded Baibua?" Patcharin asked.
It was obvious what the intended meaning of the words was. The playful
tone and mischievous expression on Viranya's face prompted Patcharin to
scold her once more.
"Ms. Gren,"
Patcharin said in a slightly sterner voice, though she knew Viranya enjoyed
it and didn't want to do it too often, even if it secretly made her feel good
inside.
"It's late. You should head back now. It's Friday, too. People are probably
out enjoying themselves, and driving at night can be dangerous."
"If you think it's dangerous, then can I stay here tonight?" Viranya asked.
"No,"
Patcharin quickly replied. She knew that if she let Viranya stay, she'd end
up giving in to more than just a hug.
The last time, even without fully opening up to each other, Viranya had
already been so forward. If there was another night like that, she was sure
she wouldn't be able to resist this woman.
"How about this? Tomorrow, I'll hire a daily housekeeper for you," Viranya
suggested.
"This isn't work time. We've agreed to date, so I'm yours now,"
'I'm yours'.
Just hearing it made her heart race. But she didn't want to get her hopes up,
fearing that Viranya might just be toying with her feelings.
"Fine, I won't stay. But tomorrow, let me pick you up. We'll take my car,
and I'll drive. Let's go on a trip together, the three of us."
Her sweet voice carried the suggestion as she reached out to hold
Patcharin's hand, flashing a small, endearing smile. She used her charm to
her advantage, determined to go on this trip with Patcharin.
Now that they'd cleared the air and agreed to try dating, even without
officially being a couple, it was a step forward.
Viranya hadn't felt this serious about anyone in a long time. She wanted to
use this trip as an opportunity to strengthen their bond while also enjoying
some time with Baibua.
It'd be a chance to leave behind their roles as boss and secretary and just be
two people exploring a new kind of relationship.
"It's settied then. I'll head home now. And I'll leave the wine here, just like
before."
When Viranya finally agreed to leave, Patcharin walked her to the front
gate, still feeling a bit dazed. She felt like she'd been cornered into agreeing,
but she didn't mind. Deep down, she wanted to go on the trip, too.
As they stopped at the iron gate, surrounded by the quiet night filled with
the sounds of insects, Viranya suddenly leaned in.
She said, and then the sound of a soft kiss landed on Patcharin's cheek.
Smooch!
Viranya asked with a bright smile, prompting a mix of scolding and startled
response from Patcharin.
"Ms. Gren!"
Patcharin's face turned several shades redder. Even though they'd kissed
before, being caught off guard by a cheek kiss, especially out in the open in
front of her house, left her flustered. She felt like a young girl experiencing
her first crush.
Viranya teased, stepping back with a satisfied grin. She grabbed the gate
and gave a small wave.
With that, she walked out of the yard, leaving Patcharin standing there, her
chest feeling warm and her mind in turmoil. She waited until Viranya's
figure disappeared beyond the gate before turning back toward the house.
"This is crazy..."
Patcharin muttered under her breath, raising a hand to touch her flushed
cheek. Her previously tense expression softened into a bright, joyful smile.
Just a little teasing from someone younger, and she was already losing her
composure. Patcharin couldn't help but laugh at herself.
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sunyan
Viranya drove her BMW X5 to pick up Patcharin from her house. She had
Sombut bring the car from her home, thinking this vehicle would be more
comfortable for a long journey.
She meticulously planned the trip, even preparing water and snacks for
Baibua, as if trying to win over the beautiful mother's favor.
Baibua was so excited that she jumped up and down at the thought of going
on a trip with Viranya and riding in a spacious new car. It promised to be an
exciting adventure to the beach.
The car's interior was spacious and comfortable, with cool air conditioning
carrying a fresh scent from a high-quality air freshener.
Patcharin felt awkward letting her boss drive, unaware that she was also
stirring emotions in the heart of the person behind the wheel.
"By the way. P' Patch, have you booked the accommodations yet?"
Viranya asked as she drove along the straight road, occasionally glancing at
the person sitting beside her. Today, Patcharin wore a simple cream-colored
sheer blouse paired with a light brown pleated skirt.
The outfit was modest, but on her, it looked elegant and age-appropriate,
making her even more captivating. Knowing she had the right to claim
Patcharin only made Viranya want her more.
"I've booked it, but I didn't reserve an extra room. I wasn't sure if you'd be
staying,"
"I'm not picky about accommodations, but would you mind if I changed the
place? I was thinking we could drive a bit further, maybe to North Pattaya.
There's a big hotel there with a kids' play area. I think Baibua would love
it," Viranya suggested.
"During a long holiday like this, would there even be any rooms available?"
Patcharin asked skeptically.
"There are. I've already booked one-a family room with a separate bedroom
for kids," Viranya said with a small smile.
"It seems so," Viranya replied, biting her lip slightly, her nervousness
evident. "But the bed should be pretty big. Or, if you're uncomfortable, I
can sleep on the sofa."
Patcharin thought to herself. She agreed to forgo the room she'd booked,
reasoning that the one Viranya had arranged seemed more convenient.
She also felt a bit guilty, knowing Viranya was the type who likely only
stayed in five-star hotels. Deep down, another reason was that she wanted
to be close to Viranya, just like that night. She'd already decided to give this
relationship a try.
Sharing a bed didn't seem wrong. She'd prepared herself for the possibility
of heartbreak and the chance that this might make it hard for them to face
each other later.
But she couldn't entirely blame Viranya; she was the one who allowed this
relationship to happen, too.
After about two hours, the beautiful SUV entered Pattaya. Before heading
to the hotel, Viranya suggested they stop to watch a dolphin show. It was
Baibua's first time seeing live dolphins.
The little girl was so thrilled she almost screamed. The dolphins were smart
and adorable, winning her over completely. She even said she wanted to
buy a dolphin to keep as a pet.
She loved it so much, even when a dolphin kissed her cheek, leaving her
face and hair wet. Watching this, Patcharin couldn't help but think about the
stolen kiss on her cheek the night before, her heart racing just as much as
Baibua's excitement.
When the dolphin show ended, the three of them went to a famous
restaurant for lunch.
Viranya had already made reservations and ordered large grilled prawns
with rich, creamy tomalley.
Three of them checked into the hotel after having lunch. Baibua exclaimed
in awe when she saw the room. It was a spacious suite with several
sections, elegantly decorated, offering a panoramic view of North Pattaya's
sea.
The hotel was also conveniently located near a large water park with
numerous attractions.
Patcharin felt both grateful and guilty for Viranya's attentiveness toward her
and Baibua. While the room's price was within her means, she hadn't
expected Viranya to go to such lengths. It made her feel even more drawn to
her.
Less than an hour after settling in, Viranya suggested they head to the water
park. She volunteered to take Baibua to explore the various attractions,
having purchased a package that allowed access to all the rides. She'd also
reserved a VIP seating area in advance.
The snug fit highlighted her well-toned physique, revealing broad, strong
shoulders, firm arms and thigh muscles, and a fit and curvy figure. She had
the body of a woman in her late twenties who was still in excellent shape.
Baibua was ecstatic when she saw the water park attractions. The place was
filled with families, making it a perfect spot for relaxation and fun.
Patcharin barely had to look after her daughter because, with Viranya
around, Baibua seemed to forget about her entirely. The beautiful mother,
who'd also changed into a swimsuit but kept a cover-up on, could only sit
and watch as the aunt and niece played together.
The cost was undoubtedly as high as the nearby hotel, leaving Patcharin
wondering why Viranya was going to such lengths.
While she appreciated it, she couldn't help but think that others Viranya
fancied might've received the same treatment, especially the young women
she'd dated before. So, she tried not to let herself get carried away.
After about two hours of watching the kids play in the water, Baibua's voice
called out from a distance.
The water park had a large wave pool. After playing on the kids' rides for a
while, Baibua noticed other children and their parents lounging on
inflatable rings and wanted to join in.
Patcharin asked as she quickly got up to meet her daughter, bringing water
and sunscreen for her.
The weather was quite hot and humid that day. Even though they were wet,
their skin was still exposed to the sun. Patcharin wasn't sure if Viranya was
feeling tired, as she'd been indulging Baibua by exploring the water park
nonstop.
Viranya agreed, sitting down on a lounge chair next to her and finishing the
orange juice in one gulp to quench her thirst and cool down.
Patcharin asked, handing her a chilled bottle of mineral water. She couldn't
help but keep an eye on Viranya, a habit from being her secretary, but also
out of growing affection.
Viranya joked as she opened the water bottle and took a sip.
"Oh, come on. I was just asking," Viranya replied with a grin.
"Drinking alcohol in this heat isn't good for you," Patcharin warned, her
concern evident.
Patcharin felt flustered by the sweet words whispered so close to her, but
before she could dwell on it, Baibua's voice interrupted her thoughts.
The little girl said, eyeing a nearby stand where a staff member was serving
watermelon smoothies.
"If you drink a smoothie now, you might catch a cold," Patcharin cautioned.
Patcharin could only sigh. Both her boss and her daughter seemed to get
along perfectly, like two peas in a pod.
In the end, she allowed Baibua to order a smoothie but sel a firm condition:
once the smoothie was finished, they'd only have one hour to play in the
wave pool before heading back to their room. Both agreed, and soon they
were happily sipping their smoothies.
When it was time to get in the water, Patcharin removed her cover-up,
revealing her graceful figure in a lavender two-piece swimsuit. The top was
a sleeveless crop with a V-neck, and the bottom was a high-cut bikini.
the attention of many men and women alike, including Viranya, who'd been
stealing glances at her since she walked out of the seating area earlier.
Everyone lounged on their inflatable rings, letting their bodies and minds
drift with the artificial waves. The sound of water crashing against the
pool's edge mimicked a real beach, and though the area was filled with the
chatter and laughter of children, it was still quite relaxing.
After about half an hour, Patcharin, feeling the heat, decided to get out of
the water. She'd already played in the pool with Baibua earlier. Her wet
swimsuit clung to her body even more, accentuating her figure.
Viranya, who'd been sneaking glances at her, couldn't help but feel her heart
race when she saw Patcharin flip her hair back after emerging from the
water.
It felt as though her nose might bleed as her imagination wandered to the
thought of sharing a bed with the stunning woman later that night.
As Patcharin walked out of the pool and glanced at Viranya, she called out,
She'd intended to head to the restroom but noticed something off about
Viranya's face and saw a small trickle of blood from her nose.
Viranya quickly got off her inflatable ring and touched her nose, finding a
small red stain on her fingers. Alarmed, they all decided to take a break and
called for staff to provide first aid. Afterward, they returned to their room to
rest.
It seemed the heat of the day had been too much for Viranya, whose skin
wasn't used to prolonged sun exposure.
Coupled with the cold drinks and smoothie she'd consumed without
caution, and the lack of rest over the past week due to overthinking about
Patcharin, her body had reached its limit.
She'd been so overjoyed after reconciling with Patcharin and playing with
Baibua that she hadn't realized how exhausted she was.
After showering and changing, Viranya lay down to rest. Baibua, equally
worn out, also fell asleep. About an hour later, Viranya woke up and saw
Patcharin, dressed in a spaghetti-strap dress, dozing off beside the bed. She
couldn't help but smile.
Viranya asked softly, shifting to remove the thick blanket from herself.
"I shouldn't have let you drink that smoothie, and I shouldn't have let you
run around with Baibua until you were exhausted," Patcharin said, guilt
evident in her voice.
"It's no big deal. But it's a good thing Baibua didn't get a nosebleed, too, or
I'd feel even worse,"
Viranya replied with a light sigh. She glanced over at Baibua, who was still
fast asleep, and realized this was the perfect moment to get closer to
Patcharin.
She playfully asked Patcharin to sit on the bed beside her, claiming that the
hotel pillow was making her neck sore and that she wanted to try resting her
head on Patcharin's lap. She added in a soft, pleading tone that she wasn't
feeling fully recovered yet.
Viranya murmured as she lay on her side, resting her head on Patcharin's
lap. She curled her long legs and tucked her hands close to her body,
resembling a cuddly cat.
Patcharin smiled and teased, "Didn't you just say your headache was gone?"
Though she knew Viranya was being clingy, she allowed her to rest on her
lap, finding the gesture endearing. Despite her efforts to guard her heart, she
couldn't help but feel good about the moment. She didn't even want to
imagine how much more she'd give in if she fell for Viranya completely.
Viranya said with a soft sigh. She couldn't explain why she felt so at ease.
Being with Patcharin was like a soothing balm for her soul. The scent and
warmth of Patcharin's body were incredibly comforting.
"If your headache is still bothering you, maybe we should stay in and order
room service for dinner tonight," Patcharin suggested.
"I'm fine,"
"At the hotel's international fusion restaurant. I think Baibua will like it,"
Viranya replied, touching her nose lightly, worried she might have another
nosebleed.
"Well, you take care of me at work. Outside of work, let me take care of
you. If I could, I'd take care of you every day, all the time,"
Viranya said with a sweet smile, her gaze conveying how serious she was
about their budding relationship.
Despite her past reputation, she now knew what she wanted in life-someone
who made her feel warm and at peace, even if that person had a child and
was older than her.
"Alright, but since you had a nosebleed today, let me take care of you for
now,"
Patcharin said with a gentle smile. She noticed Viranya's face turning red
again and asked,
"Why is your face red again? Do you have a fever? Let me check."
Before Viranya could respond, Patcharin placed the back of her hand lightly
on Viranya's forehead. In the past, she would've asked for permission first,
but their relationship had grown closer, and her concern for Viranya made
her forget about formalities.
In truth, her flushed face wasn't from a fever but from accidentally staring
at Patcharin's chest while resting on her lap.
With other women, she could look without feeling embarrassed, but with
Patcharin, she felt shy and guilty. It was a unique feeling she only had for
Patcharin. The allure of Patcharin's mature charm was truly dangerous.
"You really don't have a fever," Patcharin said, lowering her hand with a
relieved smile.
After the three of them enjoyed dinner at the hotel's restaurant, they
returned to their room to rest. Baibua, re-energized from her nap, stayed up
a bit past her usual bedtime.
She sipped on a cold beer from the minibar, reflecting on the day. Despite
the long drive and the exhaustion, she felt more at peace than ever. This trip
was a new and wonderful experience for her, one she'd never felt before.
Patcharin's sweet voice drifted from behind. The elegant mother was now
dressed in a dark blue long-sleeved nightgown.
Though simple, it exuded a subtle sexiness, especially with her fair legs
contrasting against the fabric. She probably had no idea just how much of
an effect she had on the person sitting there sipping beer.
Viranya replied, turning to see Patcharin sitting down on the wicker chair
beside her, holding another can of beer. She commented,
Patcharin said as she opened the can, the sound of pressurized gas escaping
softly.
Viranya said, watching the older woman take a sip. She admired women
who could drink-not excessively, but enough to enjoy themselves and still
maintain composure.
It wasn't about being reckless but about being able to share a drink on
occasion, just like the woman sitting beside her now.
"It's not that unusual, is it? It's just beer. Besides, it's included in the room
package," Patcharin replied casually.
"But some women don't like beer. And there are even people who think
women can't even drink beer," Viranya said.
Lalita, Viranya's ex-girlfriend, had been one of those who disliked beer.
Whenever they went out, it had to be wine or cocktails, and she wasn't fond
of nightlife either.
During their relationship, Viranya rarely had the chance to go out, which
left her feeling repressed. After their breakup, she spent years indulging in
nightlife to make up for it.
"Exactly,"
Viranya agreed, raising her beer can for a sip. Spending the entire day with
Patcharin had made her realize just how endless her admiration and
infatuation for this woman were.
The closer she got, the stronger her feelings grew, and she couldn't help but
wonder why her heart was so easily captivated by her.
"Let's finish this can and head to bed. Drinking too much wouldn't be
good,"
Patcharin suggested, taking several more sips. She didn't want a repeat of
the risky situation from the other night, even though the nighttime
atmosphere on the hotel balcony was incredibly relaxing and perfect for
savoring a drink.
Her curved waist and elongated figure were mesmerizing, and Viranya's
heart raced at the thought of sleeping beside her tonight.
She carefully sat down on the soft bed, reached over to turn off the main
light, leaving only a dim glow, and slid her legs under the blanket as quietly
as possible.
The slight movement of the mattress caused Patcharin, who'd just lain down
moments ago, to turn over.
Patcharin replied, glancing at the person now sharing the blanket with her.
Her heart fluttered slightly, though she tried to remain composed.
If Patcharin didn't share the same feelings or hadn't kissed her before, this
closeness wouldn't have felt so nerve-wracking.
"No, I'm fine. I tend to get warm easily, so I don't need much," Patcharin
replied.
"Then I guess I can't sleep too close to you, since I'm naturally warm,"
Patcharin teased lightly.
"You sounded like you didn't want me to get close," Viranya teased again.
"Not at all. I just didn't want you to feel uncomfortable because of my body
heat," Patcharin explained.
Viranya said, moving closer until their shoulders touched. She turned to lie
on her side, wrapping her long arm around Patcharin and pulling her into a
gentle embrace, resting her head against her shoulder.
Patcharin's body usually heated up only when her heart raced, and at that
moment, it was pounding uncontrollably.
"No, it's fine. A little warmth doesn't bother me. Besides, we've been
intimate before. I'll get used to it,"
Viranya said, referencing the night they'd kissed. She desperately wanted to
kiss Patcharin again but restrained herself, not wanting to push too hard.
She was determined to wait for Patcharin's permission, even if it was
torturous.
Patcharin remarked, a hint of jealousy in her voice. She wasn't used to such
intimacy, having focused on her studies and work for years, leaving no
room for relationships. It was different for Viranya, who'd been with many
partners.
Viranya understood that Patcharin might still be thinking about her past
relationships and the lack of trust they'd caused.
"Are you still bothered by the mark on my neck?" she asked gently.
Patcharin hesitated. Denying it would be a lie, but she'd already fallen for
Viranya.
"What if I had a mark like that? How would you feel?" she asked, meeting
Viranya's gaze directly.
"I'd be upset,"
"Not because you've been with someone before, but because if it were me,
I'd never let you have any blemishes. I'd cherish you as much as possible
and keep you safe and sound."
"You sound like someone who is forty years old," she teased.
"I'm just being honest," Viranya replied, feigning a pout at being teased.
"Well, whoever left that mark on you clearly didn't think about cherishing
you,"
"Oh, a junior,"
"Are you jealous?" Viranya asked, a sly smile forming on her lips.
"What are you smiling about? I didn't say I was jealous," Patcharin retorted.
"Alright, not jealous. But I assure you, nothing happened with that person,"
Viranya said earnestly.
"P' Patch, I really like you. I mean it. Even if you don't like women, I want
you to know I'm serious about you," Viranya confessed.
Patcharin's heart raced at the confession, but she kept her emotions in
check.
"I have a daughter, you know. I'm not some young, attractive woman. Are
you sure you really like me?"
She asked, bracing herself for rejection if Viranya decided to back out.
"I'm sure,"
Viranya replied without hesitation. Her feelings weren't new, they'd been
building for a long time. She'd tried to move on but found herself drawn
back, stronger than ever.
"How about this? To get closer, let's change how we address each other. Try
calling me without the formalities."
When Patcharin still didn't respond, Viranya leaned in and planted a firm
kiss on her cheek.
The scent of Patcharin's lotion was intoxicating, making her heart flutter. If
she weren't holding herself back, she wouldn't have stopped at just a cheek
kiss.
"Three years isn't much. But never mind that. Can you call me Gren now?
Say 'N' Gren,"
When asked to change how she addressed her, Patcharin hesitated, her
question laced with reluctance.
"Because I want to hear it. Calling me 'Miss' feels too distant. But if you
don't want to, that's fine. Just know that if you don't, I'll kiss you,"
"Oh? Why are you willing to say it now? Don't want me to kiss you?"
Patcharin quickly reasoned, her voice firm. If she allowed a kiss while they
were already nestled together in bed like this, she knew she wouldn't stand a
chance. She'd end up surrendering completely, letting Viranya have her way
without any resistance.
"I said we're trying to see where this goes, but I didn't say you could do
everything." Patcharin reminded her, her tone steady and unwavering.
Viranya replied, pulling back with a small, amused smile, as though she
found delight in being stopped by Patcharin's resolve.
Viranya thought Patcharin was strong-willed, but that was only on the
surface. What she didn't realize was that Patcharin's heart was like ice-just a
little more coaxing, a bit more persistence, and it'd melt completely.
If she pushed just a little further tonight, they might end up doing more than
just cuddling. But even so, Viranya was content.
She'd never felt the urge to cherish someone like this before, never been this
patient. Knowing this made it clear-Patcharin was truly someone special.
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sunyan
The city was brimming with so many places to see that it was almost
impossible to count them all. Patcharin didn't object, especially after
yesterday's incident of being out in the sun too long, which had caused her
nose to bleed.
She agreed with her daughter that they'd explore during the day and return
to the water park in the evening after 4 PM.
After finishing breakfast, they headed straight to the Tiger Park Pattaya. It
was Baibua's first time seeing a real tiger, and her eyes widened in
amazement.
The tigers were much larger than she'd imagined. The little girl had thought
tigers would be about the size of regular dogs, but they weren't. She seemed
a bit intimidated at first but, after observing them for a while, remarked that
they looked more like cats.
Baibua said, pointing to a large, majestic male tiger. Then, she pointed to a
female tiger with a slender, graceful appearance and softer, smoother fur.
Hearing the child's innocent comment, both adults smiled without giving it
much thought. But soon after, the two tigers Baibua had pointed to began
cuddling affectionately. Baibua then asked if the two tigers were a couple.
Patcharin, seeing the scene, quickly told her daughter that they might just
be part of the same group. She didn't understand why just seeing the tigers
being affectionate made her heart race.
She quickly took Baibua's hand and led her to another section, which was
the photo zone where visitors could take pictures with the tigers.
The three of them had their first photo together there. Additionally, there
was a picture of Baibua hugging a tiger. All the tigers brought out for
photos with tourists were well-trained.
Some were still young, playful, and affectionate, so adorable that Baibua
expressed her wish to take one home. Patcharin explained to her daughter
that ordinary people couldn't tame wild tigers; only trained and
knowledgeable professionals could do so. Baibua accepted her mother's
explanation.
"But I think even a wild tiger can be tamed if you're the one raising it."
It was as if she was implying that she might be like a dangerous tiger, but in
Patcharin's care, this fierce tiger would turn into a gentle cat.
"What are you talking about? How could I raise a tiger?" Patcharin asked,
her tone half-amused.
Patcharin replied with a smile, as if to say that if Viranya were truly a tiger,
she wouldn't be much of a challenge for her. After all, Patcharin could be
just as much of a tiger herself, though she didn't show it often.
"It's N' Gren, if you call me wrong again, I'll really kiss you this time,"
Viranya warned with a cheerful expression.
"Want to try?"
With that, the younger woman leaned in closer, her actions suggesting she
might actually follow through with her words. Seeing this, Patcharin
quickly moved away, uneasy.
She stammered, her voice filled with alarm. She pressed her lips tightly
together and instinctively raised her hands to push against Viranya's
shoulders.
After lunch, Viranya took the mother and daughter to visit an aquarium. It
was a privately-owned aquarium with a large tunnel where visitors could
walk through and observe various underwater creatures.
Baibua asked as she stopped to watch the fish swimming behind the thick
glass.
"Hmm, maybe they do, but they'd probably live deep in the ocean," Viranya
replied thoughtfully.
"Oh, right! They have a mermaid show here, but it's at 3 PM. Do you want
to wait and watch it?"
Of course, Baibua said yes. So, they all went to sit at a nearby café, which
wasn't far from the other zones in the aquarium. It was only 2 PM, so they
had to wait for another hour.
Meanwhile, Viranya, sitting across from them, used the free time to check
her phone for work updates. A particular medical device that Phichan
Health had commissioned for production was about to be delivered soon.
She exuded the demeanor of a sales manager without even realizing it,
prompting Patcharin, who sat beside her, to glance at her with quiet
admiration.
Next to the café, there was a display tank with seahorses. After setting her
phone aside, Viranya gazed at the tank for a moment before speaking.
"Did you know that seahorses are monogamous? They stay with one partner
for their entire lives. Even if their partner dies, they don't find another."
"It's admirable how loyal they are, but at the same time, it's a bit sad that
they end up alone," Viranya remarked.
"True, it's sad. But maybe they're not loyal; maybe they're just done with
relationships," Patcharin said in a calm tone.
"What?"
"I hope you're not. But if you are, I just hope you're done with men because
I want you to try being with a woman."
"I mean, with a real status. Something more than just boss and secretary,
more than just seeing where this goes."
It could feel special at first, but if it dragged on too long, it might become a
dead-end status. Viranya hadn't wanted anyone in her life like this for a long
time.
Now that she felt this way about Patcharin, she was anxious to take their
relationship further, afraid that she might lose her.
"You're in such a rush. It's only been two days," Patcharin pointed out.
Viranya admitted, her voice soft as she smiled sweetly, her eyes filled with
hope as she looked at the woman across from her.
Patcharin's gaze wavered at those words. The more Viranya expressed how
much she liked her, the more afraid she became-not because she feared
falling in love in return, but because she feared Viranya's love was like a
flame fueled by oil.
It burned brightly for a moment, but once the oil was consumed, the fire
would leave behind nothing but a worthless residue.
"How about we count in months? Let's say three months. How does that
sound?"
The younger woman's lips pressed together slightly. Three months from
now would be near the end of the year. She couldn't help but murmur,
"It's not that long. Or do you think it's too long because you'll get bored
with me first?"
Patcharin asked with a small smile, as if she'd already prepared herself for
that possibility.
Not long after, an announcement about the mermaid show echoed through
the aquarium.
Baibua was gently woken up, and the three of them walked hand in hand to
the show area, looking every bit like a family.
By the time they returned to the hotel, it was nearly 5 PM. The sun was no
longer as harsh, so Baibua was allowed to play in the water park without
worrying about the heat.
Still, Baibua had a great time playing in the children's pool, climbing up and
sliding down the kid-friendly slides multiple times.
After dinner, the energy Baibua had spent during the evening was
completely drained. She fell asleep right after finishing her meal at the
hotel's restaurant.
Once again, it was Viranya who volunteered to carry the little girl back to
their room.
"Why don't you let me carry her? I feel bad," Patcharin offered.
Patcharin spoke with hesitation as she followed Viranya, who was carrying
Baibua, to the hotel elevator.
Even though they were in the 'getting to know each other' phase, Viranya
was still her boss and one of the owners of the company she worked for.
How could she let her boss carry her daughter? Especially since Baibua
wasn't exactly light.
Viranya said, adjusting her grip on the little girl to hold her more securely.
She admitted to herself that it was tiring and heavy, but she wanted to show
her spirit and kindness to the person she liked.
"Strong? But weren't you the one with a nosebleed yesterday?" Patcharin
teased.
"That doesn't count. It has nothing to do with the muscles I'm using to carry
her," Viranya replied with a grin.
When they reached the room, Patcharin stepped ahead to unlock the door.
Despite the weight of carrying Baibua, Viranya couldn't help but steal a
glance at Patcharin's graceful figure.
She thought to herself that if she had to carry Patcharin instead, she'd
probably manage just fine.
Her heart began to race at the thought, and she quickly shook her head to
dismiss it. She stepped into the room ahead of Patcharin and gently laid
Baibua on the bed.
Thankfully, the little girl had already taken a bath before dinner, so all
Patcharin had to do was wake her briefly to brush her teeth. After that,
Baibua went back to sleep without any fuss.
The two adults then took turns showering. Patcharin noticed that Viranya,
who usually enjoyed a drink, didn't seem interested in alcohol tonight. In
fact, she'd climbed into bed earlier than the previous night, which surprised
Patcharin.
"I'm not that dependent on drinking. What kind of person do you think I
am?" Viranya asked from the bed, smiling slightly.
"Can I say?"
Patcharin thought for a moment as she climbed onto the bed, leaning back
against the headboard like Viranya. After a few seconds of silence, she
smiled and said,
"I'd rather not. I still have a child to raise and can't afford to get fired right
now."
"I like you too much to fire you," Viranya replied confidently.
"How would I know? When we first started working together, you seemed
unhappy about me being your secretary. You even acted all aloof and
arrogant,"
Patcharin said, recalling the early days when she'd almost given up multiple
times. But Wannisa had convinced her to stay, and the attractive salary had
been hard to resist.
Over time, what kept her going turned into affection. She still liked Viranya
as much as she had when they first met, and that affection had deepened
into love as they grew closer.
"That's because I didn't trust you back then. I didn't like you because you
were someone Grace had chosen for me," Viranya admitted.
The conversation about the past flowed naturally, breaking down the
barriers of their boss-secretary status and the age gap between them.
The two days they'd spent together on this trip had brought them closer than
expected. Viranya felt comfortable showing her true self, and Patcharin was
more open to accepting it.
"And now?"
"Now, I have to thank P' Grace. Not only did she find me a great secretary,
but she also helped me meet someone I want to be with forever."
"You're such a sweet talker. When you're not in work mode, you really go
all out," Patcharin teased.
"But I think we should keep our distance at work. I don't want people to
think I'm crossing boundaries with you, Ms. Gren," Patcharin said seriously.
Viranya said, pretending to lean in for a kiss as part of the playful rule she'd
made up.
"If we're talking about work, I'll call you the same as always,"
Patcharin said, raising her hand to hold Viranya's shoulder to stop her
gently.
"Then let's set work aside for now. Right now, it's just P' Patch and N'
Gren."
Hearing that tone and those words made Patcharin feel a sudden warmth.
She realized she was falling for Viranya's charm. But she reminded herself
that this might just be Viranya's usual way of sweet-talking people she
liked.
Little did she know, Viranya had never spoken to anyone like this before.
She'd always been the one pursued, maintaining a composed and reserved
demeanor. Patcharin was the first person she'd ever acted this way with.
Patcharin said, pulling the blanket over herself. Both of them slowly lay
down side by side, the overhead light dimmed, leaving only the soft glow of
the bedside lamp.
Viranya asked, turning to face Patcharin, propping her head on her arm as if
negotiating before bed.
Patcharin glanced at her, noticing the small gap of about a hand's width
between them.
"Of course. I told you, if you don't like it, I won't do it," Viranya assured
her.
"You can hug me, but only if you're not afraid of getting too warm,"
Patcharin replied. She then turned onto her side, her back facing Viranya, as
if intentionally allowing her to hug her from behind. Though she acted like
she was in control, her heart had long been captured.
"Thank you,"
Viranya whispered. She moved closer until her chest pressed against
Patcharin's back. She wrapped an arm around her, resting her face against
the nape of Patcharin's neck, inhaling her sweet, comforting scent.
"I should be the one thanking you. You've taken such good care of me and
Baibua these past two days, Ms. Gren. You've been so kind that I feel
guilty," Patcharin said softly.
"It's nothing. I'm happy to do it. You and Baibua make me so happy,"
Viranya replied sincerely.
Considering all the expenses over the past two days, the total amount
Viranya had spent was quite high. But she didn't dwell on it.
Compared to her past spending on nightlife and drinks, taking Patcharin and
Baibua on this trip brought her immeasurable joy.
Hearing this, Patcharin shifted slightly, turning to face Viranya as if she had
something to say.
"What is it?"
Viranya looked at her, puzzled. She hadn't been paying attention, thinking
they were about to sleep. She hadn't expected Patcharin to confess on her
own.
"Aren't you going to punish me?" Patcharin asked, almost as if she wanted
her to.
Viranya's eyes widened with excitement. A sly smile formed on her lips,
and before long, she leaned in, pressing her lips softly against Patcharin's.
The tender kiss melted away all their fatigue. They moved gently, their lips
meeting in a sweet, delicate rhythm, like a butterfly landing on a fragrant
flower.
The room filled with the faint rustle of fabric and the occasional sound of
heavy breaths. The kiss lasted until they were both breathless, and when
they finally pulled away, Viranya spoke in a husky voice.
"That was for the first time. There's still one more for the second,"
She said slowly, referring to the two times Patcharin had called her 'Miss.'
"You're so greedy."
Patcharin murmured with a soft smile, the closeness revealing the beauty
mark near her eye.
Viranya replied, her voice filled with possessiveness. She leaned in again,
this time deepening the kiss, pouring all her longing into it.
Their bodies moved closer until there was no space left between them. The
once gentle kiss turned passionate, their tongues intertwining as they
explored each other.
Their breaths grew heavier as Viranya's hand, which had been resting on
Patcharin's back, began to move. It slid down to her slender waist, then to
her soft hips, caressing and kneading gently, intensifying the kiss.
Viranya felt as if she were under a spell, her heart racing uncontrollably. It
was as if the ground beneath her was shaking with the intensity of her
desire.
She struggled to hold back, her hand moving to Patcharin's thigh, slipping
under the hem of her delicate nightgown. She reluctantly broke the kiss to
ask, her voice hoarse with emotion.
"P' Patch..."
Patcharin lifted her chin, welcoming the touch, goosebumps rising along
her skin, forcing her to let out heavy breaths from time to time. She
understood exactly what Viranya meant and could feel the same strong
desire building inside herself.
She didn't try to stop her and had nothing to say against it. Yet, she didn't
have the strength to answer out loud, so she could only manage a soft
sound.
Right then, Viranya's hand slid to the edge of Patcharin's thin underwear,
gently stroking over it. She took a deep breath before asking again,
"P' Patch, if you don't stop me, I won't be able to hold back anymore,"
'Okay...'
That was the only answer Patcharin had in her heart. All the time they'd
spent together.
Viranya's sweetness and care had made it impossible for her to resist her
own feelings. The closeness, overflowing with desire, was taking over her.
Was this what it meant to be infatuated? She couldn't take It anymore. She
couldn't hold herself back any longer.
She claimed she'd listen, but her hand was already cupping the soft, round
flesh. Patcharin's peaks had hardened slightly from the kisses and touches at
her neck. If Viranya teased her a little more, they'd get even stiffer and
tighter.
"P' Patch..."
Viranya called out, swallowing hard with desire. She pulled her face away
from Patcharin's neck to look into her eyes, as if asking for permission to go
further.
Patcharin didn't stop her, only made a request. So Viranya reached over and
turned off the bedside lamp, letting darkness fill the room. She used her
hand to find Patcharin, then pulled her in for another deep kiss, just as
passionate as before, but now with an even stronger need.
It felt like, with the Jights off, everything became easier and more natural.
Patcharin responded to every move, her hands roaming over Viranya's body,
knowing exactly how to stoke her desire in return.
Viranya broke the kiss from Patcharin's soft lips and began planting kisses
along her cheek, down to her ear, and neck.
Viranya actually just wanted to hike it up, but she didn't want things to feel
rushed or careless.
She wanted to make this first time special, something memorable. For the
first time in years, she was doing this out of love, not just lust or drunken
passion.
The darkness, where only shadows could be seen, didn't stop Viranya from
unbuttoning the top of Patcharin's nightgown. She left the lower buttons
done up, not wanting their first time to feel too exposed.
Once she finished, she gently guided Patcharin to lie on her back and
climbed on top, letting some of her weight press their bodies together.
Patcharin wasn't afraid of her anymore.
She even wrapped her arms around Viranya's neck, pulling her down for
another kiss, as if they'd both been longing for each other for ages.
The sweet kiss made the heat between them rise even higher. When she'd
had enough, Viranya shifted her focus, trailing kisses from Patcharin's neck
down to her now-exposed chest.
The soft scent and smooth skin made it impossible for her to hold back. She
gently bit down, making Patcharin shiver. Her reactions were so arousing,
especially when Patcharin grabbed her hair in pleasure.
Patcharin seemed experienced but was still shy, and everything about her
was so appealing that Viranya could barely control her own hunger.
With her free hand, Viranya squeezed and caressed Patcharin's beautiful
breast, unable to stop herself from smiling as she felt Patcharin's body twist
in pleasure beneath her.
She ran her tongue around the other nipple, then took it into her mouth,
sucking and swirling her tongue over it, making Patcharin moan with a mix
of pleasure and need.
Viranya loved the broken, sexy sound of Patcharin's voice. She wondered
why her thirty-five-year-old secretary could be so cute and tempting. But
her mouth was too busy to reply, so she adjusted her pace, keeping her
touches steady.
The heavy breathing, soft moans, and trembling body only made her want
to keep going, to give Patcharin the best experience and show her that being
with a woman could be just as fulfilling.
She had no idea that Patcharin already knew that-because right now,
Patcharin was happier than ever.
One hand still held her up, while the other slid down from Patcharin's breast
to her thigh, moving under the hem of her nightgown and circling around
Viranya couldn't help but admire Patcharin's smooth, firm body. How could
she ever get bored of this? But even if Patcharin didn't have such a beautiful
figure, her warmth and care would've made Viranya fall for her anyway.
Her slender fingers slowly hooked under Patcharin's thin underwear, the last
barrier between them.
Viranya whispered, trying to ease the tension a little. In truth, she wanted to
say Patcharin was so sexy she could eat her up.
"Can you even see it?" Patcharin replied, her voice husky.
A mischievous smile appeared in the darkness. Viranya couldn't see, but she
could imagine every curve-Patcharin's slim waist, round hips, and full
breasts.
Patcharin raised her hips slightly, letting Viranya slide the tiny underwear
down to her thighs. Viranya tucked her own hair behind her ear, leaned in
for another kiss, and let her hand glide up the inside of Patcharin's thigh,
stopping at the warm, wet center.
She gently circled her fingers, drawing out soft, pleading moans. Patcharin's
voice, as she responded to Viranya's touch, was sweeter than any sound.
"Mmm..."
Viranya could feel the heat and wetness so clearly as she slipped her fingers
into Patcharin's core, as if Patcharin's body was melting around her. The
She slowly went deeper, listening to the sounds Patcharin made, all while
giving her another sweet kiss.
Patcharin wrapped both arms around her, bent her knees, and spread her
legs wider, barely able to hold back her voice as she felt Viranya's long
fingers inside her.
She was only human, with all her own desires, and right now, she knew she
was utterly infatuated with the woman on top of her.
"Ah..."
Patcharin felt like she was floating. The fullness and depth made her heart
race wildly. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time-gentle,
skillful, and so satisfying that her body only grew wetter.
When the slow rhythm turned more intense, she nearly lost control. Viranya
didn't hold back, teasing her with gentle touches before gradually increasing
the pace.
Her hot lips left Patcharin's mouth to lavish attention on her breasts, making
Patcharin arch her hips and moan, digging her nails into Viranya's back,
leaving marks of wild passion.
"Does it hurt?"
Viranya asked, her breath heavy, as she thrust deeper, all the way in, deeper
than before, and faster. Patcharin's moans grew louder.
A loud moan escaped her lips the moment the thrusts grew more intense,
her pleasure pouring out in incoherent sounds while her grip on Viranya's
back tightened.
Viranya felt a shiver run through her and couldn't help but smirk wickedly.
The more her secretary moaned and left marks on her body, the more fired
up she became.
Luckily, the hotel's six-foot spring bed absorbed most of the movement, so
there wasn't much creaking. Still, it couldn't muffle the lewd sounds of skin
meeting skin, slick and wet.
It was like the two of them were on a boat in a raging sea, rocking through a
storm. Viranya pushed in deep while Patcharin met her thrusts, moving
together perfectly, like wind and sail working in harmony, never stopping.
Their bodies moved together nonstop until Viranya felt Patcharin's grip
tighten even more.
Patcharin hugged her close, breathing harder, her body tensing up. Viranya
knew exactly what to do-she drove in with everything she had, determined
to draw out every last drop of pleasure from Patcharin.
Patcharin's voice shot up into a scream. She felt like she was falling from a
great height, like dropping fast from a ride, her heart fluttering wildly.
She snapped back to reality as her body shook hard, trembling again and
again, sweet liquid spilling down her thighs.
Viranya leaned in to kiss her, comforting her as she slowly withdrew her
wet fingers from Patcharin's body. Patcharin kissed her back, letting out a
hot, shaky breath, then collapsed, stretching her legs out, completely spent.
The taller woman moved to lie down beside the exhausted Patcharin,
pulling the blanket over her with care. She lay on her side, facing Patcharin,
wanting to talk a little, worried she might've been too rough just now.
Viranya asked softly, reaching out to find a strand of Patcharin's hair and
gently stroking it.
Patcharin answered, then shifted closer, resting her face against Viranya's
shoulder and draping an arm across her. She wanted to be cuddled, even
though she was older.
Normally, she wouldn't dare, but tonight she wanted to let herself be a little
selfish-who knew if she'd get another chance after this? The thought made
her speak again, her voice shy and barely above a whisper.
"Who could remember the rules at a time like that? I just said what came
naturally."
Viranya gave a sly smile, knowing Patcharin was embarrassed that she'd
listened and remembered every sweet sound from their intense moment
together.
"Then I won't punish you," Viranya teased. "From now on, you can call me
whatever you want. But in exchange, I want to do what we just did one
more time."
Her gentle voice was full of playful intent, like she was trying to lure
Patcharin in-a true sales manager move.
The offer made Patcharin instinctively squeeze her legs together. She wasn't
worried about being punished with a kiss-the rule was just a playful thing
between them anyway.
What really caught her attention was the trade Viranya suggested. She
couldn't deny she wanted that hot touch again. It was so good, she was
hooked. Still, she was too shy to admit it outright, so the agreement gave
her a way to pretend she was reluctant.
"Okay, but..."
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sunyan
Viranya had to take sick leave, and this time it was a genuine sick leave, not
an excuse like before. For someone who rarely took care of herself, it was a
miracle she wasn't more ill.
This morning, Viranya had taken her medicine and eaten some porridge.
Feeling fatigued, she lay down on the sofa in the living room, casually
watching a movie on her phone while waiting for someone to visit.
Earlier, she'd texted her secretary to inform her about the fever and that she
wouldn't be coming to the office for the day. She'd also sweetly requested
her to bring over some documents that needed signing-a ploy to see her
secretary's face again.
The intimacy they shared the night before only reinforced Viranya's belief
that Patcharin was special. She was fiery like the blazing sun, unashamed of
their deep connection as a woman.
As she lay stretched out on the sofa, a smile graced her lips while she
watched the television screen.
Viranya wasn't paying attention to the movie's plot; her mind was
preoccupied with the beautiful image of her secretary from that morning.
That night, after they'd agreed on their terms, Patcharin had asked her to
undress as well. By the next morning, they were both bare, Patcharin
nestled in her arms.
Viranya had initially intended to make the older woman fall for her, but it
seemed she was the one falling instead.
Was this what people meant when they compared a woman who'd been
married to a fragrant, alluring ylang-ylang flower touched by fire? The
allure was irresistible.
Otherwise, the housekeeper would've stayed to care for her, leaving her
with no privacy.
Although they'd worked together for over seven months, this was the first
time Patcharin had been to Viranya's room. Her boss's unit was one of the
largest in the project, featuring multiple functional spaces and a stunning
view of the Chao Phraya River.
Patcharin arrived with the documents that needed signing. While they
weren't urgent, she used them as an excuse to visit, concerned about
Viranya's condition.
Patcharin knew how much energy Viranya had expended the day before,
which only heightened her worry. Judging by her own lingering shaky legs,
she could estimate the extent.
That morning, she had to call a taxi to take Baibua to school and then to
work because she couldn't drive herself.
The secretary, dressed in a matching skirt and blazer, sat primly on the other
sofa and handed over the folder of documents along with a pen.
"These are the approval documents for the marketing department's intern
recruitment. The department head has already signed; only yours is left, Ms.
Gren."
Viranya took the folder, skimmed through it, and signed her name. She
didn't pay much attention to the content, unlike before when she'd
meticulously review everything.
She used to enjoy having attractive female interns around, but now she
didn't care anymore-because of this one secretary.
Patcharin neatly folded the signed documents back into the folder. The
atmosphere between them shifted, especially with Viranya, who'd just been
playing the role of the boss.
Once the formalities were over, she became affectionate, asking to rest her
head on Patcharin's lap. Patcharin obliged without protest, moving to sit on
the same sofa and gently placing her hand on Viranya's forehead while
stroking her hair.
"You've taken your medicine, right? You don't seem to have a fever
anymore."
Hearing this, Patcharin glanced at the plate of snacks on the coffee table.
Viranya must've eaten quite a few before taking her medicine. Her boss was
just like a child.
"It's good that it's nothing serious. I have to leave by noon, though."
"Why are you leaving so soon? Your boss is sick; the secretary should stay
and take care of her."
"I can only stay in the morning. Since the boss isn't at the office, I have to
go and handle the work. Besides, the company was closed for three days, so
the first day back is always busy."
"Can't you leave in the afternoon? Have lunch with me first. Or if you're
worried about work, you can use my laptop or tablet instead. The internet
here is much faster than at the office."
"But I don't want to be out for too long. I'm afraid people will talk."
They were already closer than they should be. Patcharin didn't even know
how to explain things to Wannisa yet and wasn't ready to tell anyone. If she
were abandoned, she wouldn't have to endure prolonged explanations.
Viranya coaxed, pulling Patcharin's hand to her warm cheek. Ever since
their intimacy, she'd become more affectionate, shedding her cold demeanor
entirely.
In the end, Patcharin agreed to leave no later than 2 PM. She chose to work
on Viranya's laptop in the bedroom while keeping an eye on the sick
woman, who was resting on the bed.
In truth, Patcharin was more concerned about work than anything else. But
faced with Viranya's endearing pleas, she couldn't resist and found herself
swayed beyond control.
About half an hour into checking emails, the person on the bed started
complaining about feeling hot. Viranya tossed the blanket aside, revealing
her figure in shorts and a white shirt with the top two buttons undone.
It wasn't overly revealing, but on Viranya, lying on the bed like that, it was
undeniably alluring.
Patcharin's heart raced as she unintentionally stared. She liked women, and
she liked Viranya. Though she wasn't as bold as Viranya, it didn't mean she
was immune to desire.
It made her heart flutter even more. However, knowing Viranya was still
weak from the fever, she could only admire her silently.
By 11:30 AM, the patient grew hungry. Having only eaten a small bowl of
porridge in the morning, Viranya felt hungry earlier than usual.
They ordered lunch from a renowned Thai restaurant with a Michelin Guide
endorsement.
Initially, Patcharin offered to cook something simple for the sick woman,
but the fridge was devoid of ingredients-only yogurt, imported fruits, and
premium mineral water. So, she couldn't showcase her homemaking skills
to please her boss,
"You have a wine fridge here. Why did you leave those wines at my place?
Wouldn't it be better to store them here?"
Patcharin asked after clearing the plates. While glancing around the kitchen
area, she noticed the high-end wine fridge and found it curious.
"Should I bring them over tomorrow? They'd be better stored here. If they
stay at my place, they might go to waste,"
Patcharin suggested as she returned to sit on the sofa beside her boss.
They'd agreed to review a few more documents after lunch before Patcharin
would leave.
"You don't have to trouble yourself. I'll bring them back next time. How
about this? If I feel well enough to work tomorrow, I'll drop you off at home
after work, like before. We can pick up Baibua together, and on the way
back, I'll take the wine with me."
The younger woman proposed her new plan cleverly, but the older one saw
through it.
"You're not planning to have dinner with me and then ask to stay over
again, are you?"
"Of course not. I just thought it'd be a good opportunity to bring the wine
back."
"The traffic in that area is terrible. I didn't want to trouble you," Patcharin
said softly.
"But we've already agreed to date, haven't we? Leaning on each other a
little isn't a big deal," Viranya replied.
With that, her slender fingers opened the laptop screen, revealing the
documents she needed to review.
She didn't want to rely too much on Viranya, especially since she was her
boss. Patcharin was cautious, knowing their relationship might never
progress beyond this exploratory phase.
Even if she wasn't allowed to pick Patcharin up or drop her off at home,
today still felt like a wonderful sick day. She planned to coax Patcharin into
staying until evening once the work was done.
However, before she could even make her request, the doorbell rang.
Assuming it was the housekeeper coming to ask about snacks, Viranya was
startled to see her older sister at the door.
Patcharin, too, felt uneasy but knew she couldn't avoid the situation. She
decided to face it with honesty and composure.
Viranya opened the door, her expression a mix of suspicion and confusion.
However, Wannisa seemed even more perplexed when she stepped inside
and saw her younger sister with her secretary.
Viranya's casual, somewhat revealing outfit didn't help matters. It was the
kind of attire one might wear when alone with someone in private, not
something appropriate for a professional setting. Wannisa couldn't help but
feel suspicious.
Patcharin greeted politely, her tone sincere. Although she'd crossed a line
with Viranya, she had no ill intentions or plans to hide anything.
"Patch, you're here taking care of Gren?" Wannisa asked, her tone laced
with curiosity.
"Yes, I brought some documents for her to sign. I was just about to leave,"
Patcharin replied, her voice steady.
"I see,"
Wannisa said softly, her eyes briefly scanning Patcharin, who was now
slinging her bag over her shoulder. Thankfully, Patcharin had already
packed her things, so it didn't seem like she was rushing to leave to avoid
suspicion.
When she returned to the room, she immediately questioned her sister.
She asked, sitting back down on the sofa. This time, Wannisa took the seat
beside her. As the one who'd approved the budget for this condominium,
Wannisa had access to the unit at any time, unlike Patcharin, who needed to
be buzzed in from downstairs.
"I was at the office, but when I saw you weren't there, I decided to come
here. I thought you might be hungover since you've been staying out for
several days,"
Wannisa said and took another thorough look at her younger sister's outfit.
Deep down, she hoped that her little sister hadn't done anything
inappropriate with the secretary she'd found for her. She could only wonder,
but it was probably too late to stop anything now.
Viranya replied, adjusting her shirt to look more presentable, as if she knew
what her sister was thinking. She glanced at the pile of tissues in the trash
can, subtly trying to prove her point.
"But let's talk about you. What's so important that you came all the way
here?"
Viranya quickly shifted the focus, hoping to avoid questions about where
she'd been and with whom during the past three days.
Worawat, or Game, was the son of Songpol, the father of Wannisa and
Viranya. He was born to Oratai, Songpol's second wife, and was the only
son in the Phichantaweewech family. In total, Songpol had three children,
each from a different mother.
Years ago, Oratai had been one of Songpol's personal secretaries. Decades
earlier, he hadn't intended to marry her, as she was known for frequently
changing partners. However, she ended up pregnant with his child.
Wannisa was well aware of this and had expressed her concerns to
Patcharin when she first recruited her as Viranya's secretary.
She hoped Viranya would become a key ally, as her own position might one
day be at risk. That day seemed to be approaching faster than anticipated.
By the next day, Viranya's cold had almost completely subsided. She drove
herself to the office, her demeanor more serious than usual, as her mind was
preoccupied.
However, upon arriving and seeing her secretary's face, the gloom lifted.
Patcharin's sweet smile and radiant presence always managed to brighten
her mood. She felt incredibly fortunate to have Patcharin as her secretary.
Viranya worked diligently to catch up on the tasks she'd missed due to her
sick day, continuing until almost noon.
"I've emailed you the delivery list, and here's the same document in print, in
case you prefer reviewing it on paper,"
Patcharin said, handing over a stack of papers. She knew her boss preferred
physical documents and paid attention to such details, not just out of duty
but also out of genuine care.
Viranya said, flashing a sweet smile. She held Patcharin's gaze for a
moment, the papers still in her hand. Was it her imagination, or did her
secretary look even more beautiful today?
Beyond her perfectly applied makeup, even her pantsuit seemed more
elegant and captivating than usual. Perhaps it was the power of infatuation-
everything Patcharin did seemed flawless to her.
Yet, despite her feelings, Patcharin remained professional, even stricter with
her than before.
"Is there anything else, Ms. Gren?" she asked with a small smile.
"N-No,"
Viranya stammered, snapping out of her daze. She placed the documents on
her desk, feeling slightly embarrassed for zoning out.
Patcharin said, turning to leave. But before she could, Viranya stopped her.
Determined, Viranya kept finding excuses to call her in, including this
lunch conversation.
"I'll probably eat at the usual place in the building. Do you want me to bring
you something?" Patcharin offered.
"Can't we go out for lunch together? It's our lunch break, not work hours, so
it should be fine, right?"
"Not at all. We can head straight to meet clients afterward," Viranya said
confidently.
"Of course we do. Let's go. That way, we won't waste any time."
A Japanese restaurant in the Thonglor area was Viranya's choice for lunch
with her secretary. It was pretty far from the office, and more importantly,
she didn't actually have a client meeting as she'd claimed.
She'd simply made up an excuse to skip work and have lunch with
Patcharin.
When Patcharin found out, she scolded her like a strict disciplinary teacher.
"If anyone finds out, it won't be good. Please don't do this again,"
She said firmly. It made her feel uneasy, as her role was to ensure Viranya
worked efficiently, not to encourage her to slack off.
"I just wanted to have lunch with you, P' Patch. I've had a lot on my mind
lately, and seeing you makes me feel better," she said softly.
"In that case, why don't you frame a picture of me and put it on your desk?"
Patcharin quipped sarcastically.
"N' Gren, you know I was being sarcastic," Patcharin replied, shaking her
head.
"Don't be upset. Let's eat. The fish here is so fresh, and the chef is
amazing,"
She said, picking up a thick, fatty slice of otoro and placing it on Patcharin's
plate with care.
As she chewed, the rich flavors of the premium fish melted in her mouth,
enhanced by the salty depth of the soy sauce. Her mood lifted almost
instantly.
She loved sashimi, and the Japanese food here was exceptional. Viranya
had made the right choice bringing her here.
Over the past few days, the events they'd shared brought them closer.
Whether they realized it or not, they no longer felt awkward eating together.
Viranya ordered a bowl of ramen for herself, hoping the hot broth would
help with her slightly stuffy nose. The rich, hearty soup paired with the
sharp kick of wasabi and fresh sashimi cleared her sinuses completely.
"So, what's been bothering you? You mentioned you had something on your
mind,"
She asked, genuinely concerned. It was rare for Viranya to admit such
things openly.
"She's not entirely on board, but she can't outright refuse. After all, he's our
father's son, too. Plus, some of the executives seem to support the idea. He's
set to start next Monday,"
Though her tone was troubled, Viranya felt a sense of relief sharing her
worries with Patcharin. For the first time, she felt like she had a confidant,
someone to share her burdens with.
It made her heart lighter than it'd been during previous challenges. A
fleeting thought crossed her mind-how wonderful it'd be to have Patcharin
as a life partner, someone to care for each other into old age.
But Patcharin didn't see things the same way. She remained cautious,
always preparing herself for the possibility of heartbreak as her feelings for
Viranya deepened.
"In that case, you should try to wrap up your current tasks this week. Next
week might bring even more headaches," Patcharin advised.
"Then let's head back to the office after this," Patcharin said, her tone like
that of a teacher coaxing a child.
"Alright, but before we go, can I ask for something?" Viranya leaned in
close, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Can I kiss you in the car?"
Patcharin felt her heart flutter as she pressed her lips together. She wanted
to refuse but didn't want to deny her own feelings. She missed Viranya's
kisses.
Yesterday, despite spending time together, they hadn't been physically close
beyond leaning on each other's shoulders. Besides, Viranya's cold had
improved, so a kiss wouldn't hurt.
But what if a kiss led to something more? In the car, of all places? The
thought made her cheeks flush.
"Your silence means approval, doesn't it, Ms. Secretary?" Viranya teased.
"Just a kiss, okay?" Patcharin clarified, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Of course, just a kiss. Or... do you want to do more?" Viranya teased
further, her tone playful.
"N-No!"
Well, there goes the chance of tasting anything during the kiss, she thought
ruefully.
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sunyan
Back then, Viranya had been just nineteen, a reckless teenager who spent
her days partying and shirking responsibilities.
Worawat, on the other hand, had already begun his master's degree at the
time. Now, he returned with a doctorate in hand, which inevitably sparked
comparisons.
Many questioned why the youngest daughter, who only held a bachelor's
degree, held a high-ranking position in the company, while the middle son,
a Ph.D. graduate from abroad, had no position at all.
Oratai brought this issue to the attention of the management team. She was
a sharp and cunning woman, difficult to deal with.
Publicly, she claimed she had no desire for influence in the company and
only wanted her son to have the opportunity to prove himself. At the very
least, she wished for him to be part of the company their father had built
from the ground up.
However, behind the scenes, her true intentions were clear-she wanted her
son to interfere with the company's management and seize power.
Despite having shown no interest in the company before, she now claimed
she'd been excluded. In reality, she'd simply chosen a comfortable life
abroad with her new husband.
When their wealth ran out and her husband passed away, she returned to
rely on her son's family name.
As soon as news spread that the second son would be joining the company,
rumors began to circulate. It wasn't just his impressive credentials that
caught people's attention-his striking appearance also turned heads.
With his tall, athletic build and movie-star looks, he captivated everyone he
encountered. Female employees who happened to pass him in the hallway
couldn't hide their reactions to his charming smile.
He teased, his tone laced with mockery and his gaze condescending
"Well, I've grown up, so I've learned how to work. Unlike someone who
spends all day trailing behind their mother like a mama's boy."
Viranya retorted without hesitation. She had little respect for him and
wouldn't have bothered to know him if they didn't share the same last name.
Worawat smirked, unfazed by her jab. He casually surveyed her office with
obvious interest, and earlier, he'd also taken a keen interest in Patcharin,
who was working at her desk outside.
"Still as sharp-tongued as ever. But that's okay-I won't hold it against you.
After all, I know you didn't have a real mother to teach you manners," he
said with a shrug.
Viranya clenched her teeth in frustration but chose not to respond, knowing
he was trying to provoke her. In the past, she might've punched him, as she
had once over a decade ago.
Worawat and Oratai often belittled Viranya, as her mother had been just a
nurse who'd caught their father's eye and was taken in as another wife.
However, their marriage had been formalized, and Wannisa's mother had
been aware of it. At the time, Songpol had wanted another child, but his
wife's health issues made it impossible.
In contrast, Worawat had been an unplanned child. Despite being a son, his
mother's meddlesome and arrogant behavior, always trying to outshine the
first wife, had caused him to be disliked.
Viranya said, her eyes fixed on her documents. She decided to tackle her
pending work to avoid engaging with her annoying half-brother.
"Wow, we haven't seen each other in ten years, and you're kicking me out
after just five minutes?"
"We already saw each other this morning. Now, leave. I have work to do,"
She replied, her tone irritated but indirect. Still, he didn't leave right away,
continuing to scrutinize her office before leaning over her desk and
whispering.
Viranya looked up from her work, her posture straightening as she glared at
him with a fierce, possessive intensity.
The young man noticed her reaction and looked pleased, a small smirk
playing on his lips.
"Nothing," he said.
Viranya, seeing the untrustworthy glint in his eyes, glared at him even more
intensely. But Worawat said nothing further. He slipped his hand into his
pants pocket, turned around, and finally walked out of the room.
Several days later, after attending a grand opening for a major client's new
clinic in the afternoon, Viranya found herself tempted to skip work again
with her secretary.
She asked from behind the wheel of her luxury car, which hadn't yet left the
parking lot.
The company's presence at the clinic's opening was part of their strategy to
strengthen client relationships, a responsibility that fell under Viranya's
sales team.
Normally, she wouldn't need to attend such events herself, but she'd been
feeling restless lately and wanted an excuse to leave the office.
Patcharin asked sweetly, glancing at the time on her phone and surveying
the bustling mall parking lot. Traffic was already starting to build up, and if
they returned to the office, they'd only have about an hour left to work.
She agreed it made sense not to go back but was still concerned about
Viranya's unfinished tasks.
"Well, you could skip it, but don't you need to submit your sales plan to the
marketing team by tomorrow?"
"I finished it last night-two versions, actually. So, I don't have anything left
to do today," Viranya replied with a smile.
"I had a lot on my mind and couldn't sleep, so I got up to work. I guess I got
carried away,"
Viranya admitted with a small smile. Her habits were starting to resemble
Wannisa's, who often worked through the night reviewing reports and then
complained about her dark circles, using it as an excuse to visit a beauty
clinic.
Viranya smiled faintly and nodded. She didn't hide the fact that her thoughts
were mostly about Worawat.
The company had assigned him a consultant role for now, which she knew
wouldn't satisfy him. On top of that, he'd suddenly complimented her
secretary in front of her, leaving her unsure of his intentions.
Viranya suggested, leaning closer with a soft, pleading look in her eyes, like
a puppy seeking affection. She shed her boss persona and became P' Patch's
N' Gren in an instant.
Patcharin, as always, couldn't resist that look. She didn't want to deny her,
especially since she'd noticed Viranya's unusual quietness over the past few
days.
Her boss seemed more troubled than usual, and Patcharin couldn't help but
worry-not just as a secretary but as someone who loved her.
Deep down, Viranya's worries weren't solely about her half-brother. She
also felt a longing for Patcharin's touch.
Despite their past intimacy and mutual feelings, Patcharin kept her at arm's
length, even though they saw each other every day.
"Well, if we're leaving work now and not going back to the office, I guess
I'll have to trouble you to drop me off," Patcharin replied with a soft smile.
Hearing this, the playful one tilted her head to rest gently on Patcharin's
slender shoulder.
"And can I stay over too? That way, we can go to work together tomorrow,"
she asked sweetly.
Patcharin didn't pull her shoulder away but instead tensed her arm slightly,
her heart swelling with warmth. A faint smile crept onto her face as she let
out a soft sigh.
She'd anticipated this negotiation. It wasn't that she didn't want to spend
time together, but she'd been trying to maintain some distance to protect
herself. If she were ever dumped, it wouldn't hurt as much.
Yet, after that night, the other woman had become even more gentle.
Despite her visible stress over various matters, she still made an effort to
care for Patcharin and stayed committed to her work as promised. This
made it impossible for Patcharin to refuse her now.
"Alright, but you'll need to bring a work outfit for tomorrow. I'm not sure if
I have anything at home that you can wear to the office," Patcharin agreed.
"In that case, after we pick up Balbua, why don't we stop by the mall? We
can take her out for dinner, too," Viranya suggested.
For the first time in months, Patcharin arrived on time to pick up Baibua.
The little girl was overjoyed at the prospect of going home early, running
toward her mother with a wide grin and nearly tripping in her excitement.
When she saw Viranya, her smile grew even bigger. Ever since their beach
trip together, she'd been talking about Auntie Gren almost every day.
Viranya was equally delighted to see the girl, feeling a fondness for her as if
she were her own kid. Today was her first time visiting Baibua's school, a
private institution under the Church of Christ Foundation.
Judging by the facilities and management, the tuition and fees here must be
quite high.
Viranya also met Ms. Kaew for the first time, the teacher who often looked
after Baibua for Patcharin. She was a tall, slender woman with short hair
and slightly Persian features, dressed in a sports uniform that gave her a
tomboyish vibe.
She seemed close to Patcharin, just as Viranya had suspected. When they
met, Ms. Kaew smiled warmly and touched Patcharin's arm in a friendly
manner.
As they walked through the mall, Viranya held Baibua's hand, their
closeness evident. For a fleeting moment, Patcharin felt as though they were
a family.
It wasn't unusual to feel this way about Baibua, as she'd adopted her as her
own daughter long ago. But with Viranya, despite their compatibility,
Patcharin couldn't help but feel apprehensive about the future.
Could it really be possible for Viranya to become part of her family and stay
with them like this forever?
Viranya felt something similar. Being with Patcharin and Baibua brought
her an inexplicable sense of peace. Despite knowing them for less than a
year, they'd become a significant source of happiness in her life.
Viranya didn't just buy a new outfit for the next day, she also picked up
essentials like a towel, toothbrush, and pajamas, as if she planned to stay for
several days. She figured it'd save time in the future if she left some clothes
at Patcharin's house.
.
.
That evening, Baibua got home earlier than usual. Viranya offered to take
her for a bike ride In the neighborhood park while her beautiful mother
washed her new clothes.
By the time they returned, the sky had darkened, and Baibua was ready for
a bath. Afterward, the little girl quickly grew sleepy, likely from the
multiple laps around the park-a clever plan by someone who wanted some
private time with Patcharin.
They all headed upstairs earlier than usual. After tucking Baibua into bed,
Patcharin went to take a shower. Viranya, already showered, sat on the bed
scrolling through her phone.
She was reading messages in the sales department group chat about
Worawat's suspicious interest in their past deals.
He'd requested detailed information from the department head earlier that
evening, and out of his status, the head couldn't refuse. As the sales
manager, Viranya was deeply concerned.
Patcharin's gentle voice broke the silence as she entered the bedroom. She
noticed Viranya pulling a blanket over her lower body, leaning against the
headboard while engrossed in her phone, and decided to ask.
Viranya replied, her eyes still fixed on the screen. She felt the need to
inform Wannisa about the situation tonight.
"Right,"
Patcharin said softly, stepping closer to the bed. She observed the tense
expression on Viranya's face with sympathy.
She knew her companion usually stayed up until nearly midnight, as they
often chatted late into the night like a pair of young lovers.
Patcharin asked, her voice warm as she slowly sat down on the bed, causing
it to dip slightly.
Viranya looked up, her curiosity piqued. It was then she noticed Patcharin's
nightwear-a satin slip dress, smooth and lightweight, clinging to her figure
and revealing her alluring curves.
Patcharin said, moving closer to sit beside her, leaning against the
headboard in the same position but without pulling up a blanket to cover
herself.
"I don't want to take my frustrations out on you," Viranya said, her voice
trembling slightly.
She understood Patcharin's inviting demeanor, but tonight didn't feel right.
Her mind was preoccupied with work, and she didn't want to use Patcharin
as a distraction. Patcharin was more special than that.
"I know,"
While she hadn't intended to be so inviting, she couldn't help but feel for
Viranya, whose face had been clouded with worry for days. If there was
anything she could do to ease her burden, she was willing to do it.
"But we're getting to know each other, aren't we? If something's bothering
you, you should share it with me. It'll help you feel better," Patcharin
encouraged.
"If you don't mind, would you like to have a deep talk with me? Since
neither of us seems ready to sleep yet,"
The atmosphere that night was entirely different from their first night
together. Back then, Viranya could barely remember anything, having been
overly forward with Patcharin, almost causing a problem.
But tonight, she was composed, sharing her thoughts and feelings. Patcharin
let her rest her head on her lap as they talked, gently stroking her hair while
offering her perspective.
Nearly an hour passed before they both returned to sitting against the
headboard. Patcharin turned off the lights, leaving only a dim glow to create
a warm and cozy ambiance.
After their conversation, Viranya's mood visibly improved. The deep talk
Patcharin suggested had helped significantly.
While Viranya didn't share all her concerns, especially about Worawat's
earlier compliment, it allowed her to release some of her pent-up emotions
and regain her confidence.
Viranya said with relief, gazing into Patcharin's eyes with heartfelt
sweetness.
"I'm glad I could help. You're talented, too. I believe we can definitely
handle Mr. Worawat together,"
Patcharin replied, meeting her gaze and gently stroking the younger
woman's hair to encourage her. That deep talk they'd just had hadn't just
helped Viranya vent-it also let Patcharin understand what was really going
on inside her.
As all the tension faded away, Patcharin's hand moved from stroking
Viranya's hair to caressing her smooth cheek.
She looked at Viranya for a long moment, her eyes soft and inviting. She
rubbed her cheek, then gently pulled Viranya's face closer, leaning in at the
same angle.
And there was almost no need for words. Just a look, and their lips moved
toward each other, drawn by affection.
"Mmm,"
Viranya murmured, pleased to feel like she was the one being kissed first,
but still not used to Patcharin suddenly moving to straddle her lap while
their lips stayed locked.
Patcharin raised her arms to wrap around Viranya's neck, slipping her
tongue in to tease before deepening the kiss with growing passion.
"P' Patch.."
Viranya's voice was hoarse and dreamy from the kiss, her chest trembling
wildly. She was completely in love with the woman in front of her.
If she could, she'd ask Patcharin to be her girlfriend right now, but she was
afraid of seeming too impatient.
"I said I didn't want to take it out on you. Can I take that back now? I feel so
much better already."
Viranya broke the kiss, breathing hard, the scent of Patcharin's smooth skin
intoxicating her all over again.
Patcharin's sweet voice leased, and ever since she'd climbed onto Viranya's
lap, her warm hands had been slipping under Viranya's sleep shirt, caressing
up from her stomach to her full chest.
"And what about the other half? What are you going to do about it?"
Patcharin asked, softly tracing her fingertip over Viranya's sensitive peak.
"I'll think about it later, but right now I-ahh... P' Patch..."
Before Viranya could finish, Patcharin's hand, swirling inside her shirt,
pressed harder against her, making her shudder. Still, she didn't resist-it felt
too good.
Patcharin asked, locking eyes with her as if waiting to admire the effect
she'd had. Then she pulled Viranya's shirt up and off, leaning in to kiss and
lick her neck, not giving her a moment to think, her hand still teasing. If this
kept up, things might get out of hand.
"P' Patch..."
Viranya's eyes were glazed with desire as Patcharin's tongue teased her
sensitive peak, sucking and flicking until Viranya almost squirmed away.
The sound of Patcharin's lips left a red mark behind.
Patcharin asked, moving to do the same to the other side, even rougher and
more thrilling.
Viranya stammered. It wasn't that she didn't like it-she was just afraid that
what Patcharin was doing would make her want to be on the receiving end,
and if that happened, it'd be awkward, because she didn't want to have to
masturbate in front of anyone.
But while Viranya was worrying, her body was already lying back, as if it
no longer belonged to her. She was caught in a whirlwind of passion,
arching up to Patcharin's heated touch without shame.
At the same time, Patcharin's lips moved lower and lower, and before
Viranya knew it, her pajama pants were down around her ankles and
Patcharin's face was waiting right below her navel.
"P' Patch, are you sure you want to do this?" Viranya asked again, lying flat,
as if she needed reassurance.
"I'm sure. Let me do it for you," the beautiful secretary replied, looking up
with a seductive gaze.
As if under a spell, Viranya parted her legs. Then a wave of pleasure hidden
deep inside her surged up as Patcharin's tongue greeted her most sensitive
spot.
She nearly bucked off the bed when Patcharin's tongue pressed right against
her pearl, her full lips sucking and teasing in rhythm. Viranya couldn't help
but let out a sweet moan, feeling both bliss and torment, not knowing how
to express it all.
...was all Viranya could manage, sending a hot breath into the air as her
mind blurred. Even though she'd done it with others before, she rarely did it
for someone else-and it was even rarer for her to let anyone do this to her.
But right now, she trusted Patcharin completely, letting her explore and
taste her. It was amazing how Patcharin seemed to know exactly what to do.
The pleasure was overwhelming, filling Viranya from the inside. The more
embarrassing sounds escaped her lips, the more Patcharin increased her
pace, going faster and faster until Viranya had to move her hips in response.
Her hands searched for something to hold, finally grabbing the bedsheet
and wrinkling it in her grip. The final moments were so intense it was like
Patcharin was stealing her soul, but soon everything built up to a single
point.
Viranya felt light as air, breathing hard, but not at all weak. In fact, she felt
more relaxed and at ease than before.
Patcharin asked, looking up sweetly, hoping for praise because she was
confident she'd done well.
She'd done it with women before-even if she wasn't usually the one in
control, she wasn't embarrassed about it, and was happy to help Viranya
relieve her stress as much as she could.
Viranya's face flushed a little when she saw Patcharin's beautiful face
smeared with her own pleasure.
Viranya praised her, pulling Patcharin up for several kisses, tasting herself
on Patcharin's lips without hesitation.
This woman, six years older than her, always managed to surprise her.
Viranya couldn't help but wonder if Patcharin had done this before, but she
didn't bother to ask she wanted to do something else even more.
"Thank you," she whispered huskily, then rolled over to straddle Patcharin.
"But now, let me return the favor, okay?"
With that, her sharp, beautiful face dipped down to nuzzle Patcharin's neck,
kissing and nibbling gently at her ear, caressing and squeezing the inviting
curves beneath the thin fabric.
With everything exposed, Viranya's lips traveled down to claim every inch
of her.
She kissed and sucked Patcharin's beautiful breasts, her tongue teasing until
the room was filled with Patcharin's breathy moans.
Viranya licked her way lower, repeating everything Patcharin had done, but
with more intensity-so much so that Patcharin's moans turned into desperate
cries.
It went on until Patcharin's slim back and hips arched high, her hands
grabbing Viranya's hair several times, pushed to bliss so quickly it was
almost frustrating.
Patcharin asked, her beautiful face glistening with sweat, breathless. She'd
barely had a chance to breathe since Viranya started-she was like a rocket,
shooting forward so fast Patcharin couldn't keep up.
Viranya said, then lowered her head again to taste Patcharin's sweetness.
"Ahh..."
Patcharin felt like she was being outdone by Viranya's skill, realizing she
couldn't compete, but she didn't care. In fact, she was more than satisfied
"But if you're not satisfied, can I try again?" Viranya asked, flicking her
tongue teasingly.
Viranya let a sly smile spread across her face as she pretended to savor a
drop of sweetness, but in truth, she was stoking desire out of pure greed.
She wanted to hear Patcharin's sweet voice over and over again-not just
from what she'd just done, but in other positions, too.
Not long after, the space on the bed turned into a sea of love, with the
beautiful bodies of the two women moving together like fish swimming in
opposite directions, head to tail.
They cuddled, caressing each other, savoring each other's delicate petals
with lips and tongues, lost in the moment until the room was filled with the
sound of skin being kissed and sucked, thick with passion.
They lay on their sides, arching their heated bodies toward each other's
faces without pause.
Every part of them moved in perfect rhythm, long and steady for several
minutes, until the hands kneading each other's hips grew more intense.
The slow kisses and sucking became faster, building up until both bodies
trembled and shuddered, reaching their peaks almost together, carried to
bliss by each other's love in perfect harmony.
The next morning, Patcharin came to work with Viranya just as they'd
planned. She arrived a little later than usual, worn out from the night's
activities.
"What are you smiling about? You've been grinning since earlier,"
Patcharin asked in surprise as she followed her boss out of the elevator to
her private office.
"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about what Baibua said this morning. It
was funny," Viranya replied.
Earlier, Viranya had dropped Baibua off at school with Patcharin. As their
luxury car crawled behind others in the crowded school driveway.
In her innocent mind, she thought it was a ghostly noise. In reality, it was
the sound of two people making love.
"I think we'll have to keep it down next time," Viranya said.
Patcharin scolded lightly, knowing exactly what Viranya was talking about.
Last night, after Patcharin had gone for a second round, she hadn't gotten a
break.
Viranya had paid her back thoroughly, using her slender fingers to drive
Patcharin to the edge, making her cry out and shudder through two more
intense orgasms, leaving her completely spent
Viranya replied just as they reached the office door. Patcharin was about to
head to her own desk, but Viranya pulled her into the room, closed the door,
and pushed her back against it, raising an arm to block her way.
Patcharin said, tilting her chin up a little in defiance. That morning, they'd
gotten ready together, done their makeup together, and shared a kiss in the
car before coming into work.
It was a new morning routine that made them even closer, so now neither of
them felt embarrassed about looking each other in the eye-in fact, they were
even more smitten than before.
"I wasn't blaming you. I just wanted to say thank you. Because of you, I feel
so much better,"
Viranya said, her light amber eyes smiling as she looked at Patcharin's
beautiful face. Thinking back to last night, she was still amazed at how
completely Patcharin had captivated her.
There was no need to wonder how long this infatuation would last-if a
woman older than her, with a child, could make her fall this hard, it had to
be more than just surface beauty. And it was. The happiness of last night
proved it.
Viranya stared into Patcharin's dark eyes for a moment, then leaned in,
planning to steal a sweet kiss in the office. She thought it'd be exciting and
a good way to boost their spirits.
Her slender hand gently cupped Patcharin's soft face, lips parting slightly,
tilting her head for the kiss. But just as she got close enough for their noses
to almost touch, Patcharin raised a finger to gently press against Viranya's
lips.
Patcharin said with a sweet smile, as if she knew precisely what Viranya
wanted. She was just as tempted, but had better self-control and wouldn't let
Viranya do whatever she wanted so easily.
"We're wearing the same color, you know. It won't smudge," Viranya
protested in a soft, pleading voice.
Patcharin didn't kiss her-instead, she ducked out from under Viranya's arm
and slipped out the door to her own desk, smiling brightly.
She gave Viranya a sweet look before leaving for her desk, still smiling.
Viranya watched her secretary's graceful figure walk away, a sly smile on
her own face. Patcharin was just as clever and mischievous-no wonder
Viranya was so hopelessly smitten.
He really wasn't happy with the position, just as Viranya had guessed. The
advisor role here didn't have much work, so it was basically like a fake
position with nothing to do.
Less work meant fewer chances to prove himself. He wasn't satisfied, even
with his own private office. More than that, he wanted his own team and
secretary, and he already had someone in mind.
"Let HR set up interviews for the team and the secretary. But it'll have to be
next week-this week, we have interns coming in, so we're too busy,"
Wannisa said.
The tall man said, walking over to the bookshelf in the corner. He picked
out a book and opened it, then slowly said what he wanted.
"Would you mind if I asked for Gren's secretary to work for me?"
The woman, nearly forty, had just sat down at her big desk and froze,
looking at him in surprise. How did he become interested in Patcharin? Did
he know about her skills and want her for himself?
Wannisa replied, folding her arms and leaning back in her chair.
"Why not?"
"Is it because my position is lower than Gren's? That just makes me want a
new position even more."
He said it with a half-smile, making it sound like a joke, closing the book
and putting it back on the shelf. Even though his words sounded harmless,
Wannisa knew precisely what he meant.
"That's not it. I picked that secretary for Gren myself, and she's only been
here less than a year. If I ordered her to move to your team, I'd lose control
of the staff. That wouldn't be right," Wannisa explained.
"So if someone higher up than you ordered it, it'd be fine, right? But wait,
you're the CEO. Who could possibly outrank you?" he said with a mocking
tone and a smirk.
"Just thinking ahead. If one day someone has more power than you here,
it'll be interesting to see what happens."
He turned to face her, hands in his pockets, looking her straight in the eye.
"Are you threatening me?" Wannisa lifted her chin, staring back without
fear.
"I came back here to help run my father's company. I don't want trouble
with anyone, unless someone wants trouble with me or gets in my way. I
won't let that slide."
Wannisa kept her calm expression, unfolding her arms and resting them on
the desk, fingers interlaced.
"Is that so? It's all about performance, huh? So if I have better results than
Gren, I could take over her position, right? Oh, or if I outperform you, I
Wannisa's delicate face twitched ever so slightly. The emotions she could no
longer hoid back etched faint lines at the corners of her mouth, yet she
managed to muster a cool, indifferent smile in return, as if unaffected.
"Perhaps,"
Wannisa said with a sigh, pretending to pick up a file from the corner of the
desk and flipping it open.
"Is there anything else? I have other pressing matters to attend to things far
more important than listening to your rambling."
The young man replied, forcing a restrained smile before turning on his
heel, slipping his hands into his pockets, and walking out of the room.
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He was intrigued by this secretary, having heard from his mother that she'd
once worked for a prominent tycoon, Beyond that, he was drawn to her
appearance and suspected she might have a special relationship with
Viranya.
If that were true, it only fueled his eagerness to interfere, driven by jealousy
over his half-sister's success. After all, she'd once been a failure-poor at
academics, rebellious, and aimlessly wandering through life.
Viranya's firm voice called out from the doorway. She'd noticed Worawat
lingering unusually long, chatting with her secretary outside her office.
Viranya asked as soon as they entered her office. She took her seat at her
desk, while her visitor chose to sit on the sofa set across from her desk.
"I need information on the partners we'll be bidding against next quarter.
Can you get that for me?"
"I can, but why do you need it? This is part of my division's
responsibilities," she replied.
"I'm just curious. I thought it might be nice to work with my little sister. Is
that so wrong?"
His tone was flat, but his posture exuded arrogance. He crossed his legs,
leaned back, and spread his arms across the sofa as if he were above
everyone else.
"Have you asked anyone else if they even want to work with you?"
Viranya's voice was emotionless as she looked at him. She felt more at ease
now than she had in the past, so his provocative demeanor didn't faze her
much.
"I'm talented, you know. Wouldn't you want to team up with me?"
The man offered himself, aware that Wannisa had assigned Viranya to the
sales division to help her build a strong track record. And she was excelling
at it. If he wanted to undermine Wannisa's authority, he needed to start here.
She replied coldly, rejecting him without hesitation. She had no desire to
work with him, no matter how enticing his offers might be.
"Ah, I see..."
His handsome face twisted into a small smirk, having anticipated her
response.
"...I hear you've improved a lot lately. Must be because you have a good
assistant."
He said, turning back to meet her gaze. When he saw the fierce
determination in her eyes, he smiled defiantly.
"Well, if you don't want to team up with me, that's fine. Maybe we'll end up
competing instead."
With that, the tall man rose from the sofa and walked toward her desk, his
voice steady as he added,
She said, lifting her sharp, beautiful face to meet his gaze without fear.
Worawat smirked again. One glance was enough to see how protective
Viranya was of her secretary-perhaps more than just as an employer. He'd
known her since childhood and could guess her preferences.
Though she no longer carried the same tough demeanor as before, her
expression and the territorial glint in her eyes made it clear she hadn't
changed.
After Worawat left, Viranya felt a headache coming on. She moved to the
sofa, leaned back, and asked her secretary for some acetaminophen,
planning to take a fifteen-minute nap.
Viranya's playful voice said after swallowing the pill, followed by orange
juice and cookies to wash away the unpleasant taste of the medicine.
"How could I let you do that? If you're napping, I need to stay outside the
office in case someone comes by," Patcharin replied.
"Then can we put a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door, like in a hotel?"
Viranya suggested, half-joking. She didn't usually act this childishly, but her
brother's interference had disrupted her workday. No matter how busy she
was, she'd never been this unsettled-except when it came to her secretary.
Patcharin said, sitting beside her and gently stroking her head with
affection. At some point, she'd stopped seeing Viranya as just her boss and
started seeing her as a lovable, endearing woman she cared deeply for.
Viranya said, pouting. The gentle head strokes only made her want to be
closer to her secretary
Patcharin, seeing her boss's tender expression, couldn't resist indulging her.
Taking advantage of the moment, she leaned in and kissed Viranya's cheek.
Patcharin smiled and leaned in to oblige, but as she moved closer, Viranya
turned her face, capturing Patcharin's lips in a kiss instead. The unexpected
gesture left Patcharin momentarily stunned.
"Ms. Gren,"
Patcharin exclaimed in surprise, pulling back slightly. But before she could
move away, Viranya leaned in again, wrapping her arms around Patcharin
to keep her close.
Viranya said in a demanding tone. Her words were soon replaced by the
sound of their lips meeting again.
"Ms. Gren... Mmm... Stop it. Someone might see us... Mmm..."
Patcharin tried to protest, but her words were lost as the intensity of the kiss
overwhelmed her. Her limbs grew weak, and she could barely resist. This
time, her boss seemed particularly assertive.
Viranya's soft lips pressed firmly against hers, accompanied by the heated
sound of heavy breaths. As Viranya's hands roamed, Patcharin couldn't help
but wonder if this was all because of the pressure from Worawat.
But what kind of pressure could drive such fervent behavior? It felt as
though Viranya was possessive, afraid of losing her.
And she was right. Viranya was fiercely protective of her secretary,
consumed by jealousy.
With someone trying to take Patcharin away, how could she stay calm? She
wanted to reassure herself that Patcharin wouldn't leave her, that she
belonged to her alone-just as Viranya's heart belonged entirely to Patcharin.
She couldn't help but respond, tangling her tongue with Viranya's in a haze
of passion. Her hands moved to caress Viranya's alluring figure. She
couldn't resist, she'd fallen for Viranya, captivated by everything about her.
No matter how much she tried to guard her heart, it was too late. She had to
give in, even though she knew it shouldn't go any further.
Viranya whispered, her volce dripping with infatuation. She pulled back
from the kiss and buried her face in Patcharin's neck, inhaling deeply.
Patcharin tilted her head back, her lips slightly parted as she exhaled warm
breaths into the air, completely entranced. She was aware of everything but
couldn't control her body.
Patcharin's shaky voice questioned, her words slow and uncertain. Was the
pill Viranya had taken really just paracetamol?
Patcharin protested. Today, she was dressed in a neatly tucked blouse and a
knee-length skirt, looking elegant and professional. But now, her shirt was
pushed up, revealing her flat stomach, and her designer belt was askew.
If someone walked in, there would be no way to explain, and it'd surely
become a scandal throughout the company.
Viranya suggested. Although her office was relatively private and rarely
visited, locking the door would provide more peace of mind if they were to
do something so bold.
"But this is an office. Are we really going to do this here?" Patcharin asked
hesitantly.
Viranya replied, her voice firm as she began unbuttoning her secretary's
blouse. The black lace bra underneath, mature and elegant, came into full
view.
The cool air from the office's air conditioning sent shivers through
Patcharin, but it was nothing compared to the sensation when the bra strap
was gently slid off her delicate shoulder.
Viranya's lips trailed from her fragrant neck to her collarbone, then to her
smooth shoulder, and finally to the soft curves of her chest, claiming the
enticing peaks that seemed to beg for attention.
Her pulse raced, and her body felt overwhelmed with desire. But as her
gaze fell on a file on the desk, she suddenly remembered something.
Just then, the phone on Viranya's desk rang. Earlier, Patcharin's desk phone
had rung as well, likely a call from the sales team asking her to come to the
meeting room.
Normally, Patcharin would've taken the call and relayed the message, but
she'd been too preoccupied to answer, so they'd called Viranya directly.
Slowly, she pulled her lips away, leaned back, and sat upright. She helped
Patcharin sit up on the sofa in a more composed position. The latter looked
drained, her clothes disheveled, and her hair a mess, as if she'd been
through something improper-which, in truth, she had.
The tall figure sighed deeply, trying to calm herself. Meanwhile, Patcharin
quickly buttoned her blouse and tucked it back into her skirt, ensuring she
looked presentable.
Once she was done, she turned to check on her boss. Viranya appeared
composed, except for the smudged lipstick on her lips.
Patcharin said, raising a finger to gently wipe the smeared color. Despite
her own exhaustion, she was more concerned about her boss. Their lipsticks
had mixed together, creating a new shade that clung stubbornly to their lips,
refusing to come off no matter how much she wiped.
Viranya replied, reaching out to clean Patcharin's lips in return. She also
smoothed Patcharin's hair, fixing it slightly. When their eyes met, they both
burst into laughter, unable to believe they were sitting there wiping lipstick
off each other in such a situation.
"We'll just keep kissing until the lipstick fades on its own."
Among them, one young woman stood out. She had fair skin, large
sparkling eyes, and a petite, charming figure. Overall, she was an attractive
and charismatic Individual with a friendly demeanor.
Her warm smile was contagious, making many in the department smile
back, especially the male employees, who seemed particularly energized by
her presence.
Everyone appeared delighted to have such a lovely intern join the team-
everyone except Viranya, who frowned slightly.
"Hello, my name is Maythira, but you can call me May. I'm looking forward
to working with all of you,"
The intern introduced herself cheerfully. She was the one who'd caught the
attention of many male employees, though it was clear that the person she
was most interested in wasn't among them.
And Viranya knew this better than anyone. Maythira was a university
student she'd been in contact with for a while, someone who'd become a
junior companion, often inviting her out for drinks.
It'd been nearly two months since they last spoke, after their last outing had
left Viranya with a troublesome mark on her neck.
It was obvious to Patcharin that this wasn't the look of someone meeting for
the first time. However, she chose to remain silent, quietly observing
throughout the introductions.
Once the interns finished introducing themselves, it was the company's turn
to introduce key personnel. Viranya was introduced by the head of sales as
the sales manager overseeing both sales and marketing.
Hearing this, many interns turned their attention to her, their minds racing
with thoughts. She appeared young but held such a high position, which
suggested she must be exceptionally talented.
Her beauty and confident demeanor added to her allure, though her serious
expression made her seem intimidating, leaving many feeling a bit nervous.
Viranya's stern attitude wasn't meant to intimidate the interns; she was
simply tense, worried that Maythira might do something mischievous.
Hearing the greeting, Viranya stopped in her tracks and let out a small sigh
before turning to meet Maythira's gaze. She could've ignored her, but doing
so might've upset the girl and led to unpredictable consequences. A brief
acknowledgment seemed like the best course of action.
Viranya replied in a flat tone. Her response drew curious glances from the
employees around them.
"When did I ever say I graduated? I'm just starting my senior year. I'm
twenty-two this year."
Viranya said curtly, ending the conversation and walking away. She felt
she'd acknowledged Maythira enough and didn't want to prolong the
interaction.
The intern said, her tone implying a closeness that she seemed eager to
flaunt in front of everyone.
Viranya immediately glanced down at the hand on her arm, her expression
icy. The cold expression she'd shown earlier was a stark contrast to the
carefree attitude she'd displayed during their nights out.
Sensing Viranya's displeasure, Maythira hesitated and released her grip, her
voice turning slightly pouty.
"I've been busy. Have you forgotten what you did last time?"
"By the way, what time do you finish work today? Let's grab dinner
together."
"I don't have a set time getting off work. Besides, when we're at the
company, you and I aren't friends anymore. It wouldn't be appropriate for us
to go out together,"
Viranya admonished the girl, her tone firm but considerate. She had to be
cautious about her image, not just regarding her preference for women but
also her reputation for frequently changing companions.
"I understand. But if we're not at the company, can we go back to how we
were?"
Viranya didn't answer Maythira's question. She simply said she needed to
get back to work and walked away.
After that, everyone returned to their tasks. Many employees, especially the
group of interns, were curious about the relationship between Viranya and
Maythira, especially among the latter's fellow interns.
Maythira replied openly, wanting everyone to know just how close she was
to Viranya. She even hoped that her assigned mentor would go easy on her,
knowing she had a connection with the manager.
"So what? We used to hang out all the time, and we know each other really
well. She might seem stern and reserved, but when it's just the two of us,
she's so sweet,"
Meanwhile, Viranya returned to her office and sank into the sofa, her mind
troubled. Not only was she dealing with her half-brother's apparent interest
in her secretary, but now Maythira had unexpectedly shown up as an intern,
adding to her headaches.
She considered taking another painkiller and even thought about leaving
work early since it was Friday. The thought of getting stuck in traffic only
made her headache worse.
If she'd noticed Maythira's name, she'd never have approved it. She
regretted her oversight deeply and felt the urge to take another dose of
paracetamol.
The manager planned to ask her secretary for some painkillers and maybe
even seek a bit of comfort. But when she noticed Patcharin's unusual
silence, a strange chill ran down her spine.
She wasn't sure if Patcharin knew about her past with Maythira, but she was
prepared to explain if necessary. She was willing to do whatever it took to
assure the woman that her relationship with Maythira was nothing more
than casual outings.
"Is there anything else on the agenda today? I was thinking of leaving
early,"
Viranya asked her secretary after finishing her tasks. She wanted to rest and
also hoped Patcharin would leave on time to pick up Baibua earlier.
"No, there's nothing else. I've already sent you next week's schedule."
Viranya said with a smile, closing her laptop and rubbing her temples
lightly. Her weary expression revealed her discomfort, prompting Patcharin
to inquire with concern.
But this time, Patcharin merely observed from a distance, as if avoiding any
affectionate gestures. Viranya suspected that Patcharin might be peeved
about Maythira.
"Just a little."
"Then you should go home and rest. I'll handle the remaining documents,"
Patcharin said, turning to leave. Seeing this, Viranya became more certain
that the secretary was upset. She hastily stood up to grab the older woman's
hand.
But she stood up too quickly, causing a dizzy spell. She had to let go of
Patcharin's hand and sit back down in her chair.
This time, Patcharin couldn't help but step closer, placing her hand on
Viranya's forehead with concern, just like she always did.
"I've already told you everything you need to know. Of course, I had to
leave," Patcharin pointed out.
"But you're upset with me. How could I let you walk away like that?"
"I was just going to take care of my work. Besides, why would I be upset
with you?"
Maybe she was overthinking it. Perhaps Patcharin wasn't bothered at all.
But adults, especially her, were hard to read. Viranya decided she might
need another approach to find out.
Viranya continued, partly because she wanted to visit and partly to gauge
Patcharin's feelings. If Patcharin refused, it'd confirm her suspicions. But if
she agreed, then Viranya was likely overthinking.
"You can stay. But on Sunday morning, I have plans with Baibua. We have
an appointment," Patcharin said in a neutral tone.
She inquired, her expression a mix of curiosity and jealousy. The idea of
Patcharin going out with her daughter for what sounded like a special
occasion felt too significant to ignore.
Patcharin's demeanor shifted when she noticed the young woman's jealousy.
She smiled slightly, straightened her posture, and leaned against Viranya's
desk, crossing her arms.
Her gaze was sharp, no longer that of a secretary but of a wife interrogating
her husband.
Patcharin said softly, her tone calm yet heavy with pressure.
"That intern, May, is she the one who left that mark on your neck?"
Patcharin was astute and perceptive, with the wisdom that came with age.
She'd already assessed Maythira's character and deduced that their
relationship wasn't just casual.
Patcharin said, her voice steady as she uncrossed her arms and sighed
softly.
But it wasn't a sigh of relief. "And I hope you trust me, too."
Viranya replied almost instantly, not realizing the weight of what she was
about to hear next.
"On Sunday, I have plans with Baibua's father. It's been a while since we've
seen him, so I thought I'd take her out for a meal with him. We might spend
the whole day together. I hope you don't mind, Ms. Gren."
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She figured that after their meal, she'd head to Patcharin's house in the
evening as planned initially.
"So, let me get this straight. That girl you were seeing suddenly showed up
as an intern at your company?"
"Pretty much. Ever since that incident with the mark on my neck, I stopped
contacting her. I have no idea how she ended up there."
"So, because you didn't respond, she decided to come find you in person?"
Ariya analyzed, letting out a dry laugh. If someone pursued her like that,
she wouldn't tolerate it either.
"But what about your secretary? Isn't she upset about this?"
That's the thing. She's not troubled at all. But the fact that she's not saying
anything makes me even more anxious," Viranya admitted with a sigh.
From their conversation the previous day, Patcharin didn't seem angry or
overly reactive.
Viranya had already confessed everything, but her concerns didn't end
there. Patcharin had mentioned having dinner with Baibua's father, someone
Viranya still assumed was her ex-husband.
"I'm not worried that she'll misunderstand because I feel like I've been
completely frank. But the problem is, I don't trust her. When she said she
had plans with her ex-husband, I couldn't even bring myself to say I trusted
her."
She wanted Patcharin to trust her, yet she couldn't extend the same trust in
return. This realization weighed heavily on her. If the roles were reversed,
it'd probably be just as hard for Patcharin to believe that nothing was going
on between her and Maythira.
"She has plans with her ex-husband, and you've got an old fling interning at
your company. What a drama."
"She's not a fling. We just talked and hung out. Honestly, I never even had
anything physical with May. I could tell from the start what kind of person
she was. If I'd crossed that line, it wouldn't have ended easily."
Back when Viranya was more reckless, if she ever considered a one-night
stand, she'd choose someone who understood the rules, not someone as
emotionally volatile, demanding, and pushover as Maythira.
"It's all giving me a headache. And this entire month has been nothing but
stress. You know, my half-brother recently told me outright that he wants P'
Ariya asked, poking at a cucumber slice with her spoon before popping it
into her mouth.
Viranya said, taking a sip of water. She'd only eaten half her plate of
Hainanese chicken rice before feeling too full to continue.
"Sounds like a family power struggle. Good thing I'm an only child,"
The doctor remarked. She didn't know how to advise her friend, so she
simply listened. As a physician, her daily headaches came from dealing
with patients and their families.
Adding sibling power struggles to the mix would be too much. "Oh, by the
way, Eve messaged me the other day. She said she's coming back and
invited me out for dinner."
Viranya said, not mentioning the flowers Lalita had sent her.
"Wow, a silent treatment? Back in the day, you'd have jumped at the chance.
What's changed?" Ariya teased.
"Partly,"
Viranya replied briefly. In truth, Patcharin was the main reason she'd
changed. Sure, she'd moved on from Lalita a long time ago, but her
personality hadn't changed much.
She was still insecure, feeling inferior as the child of a mistress, too timid to
showcase her abilities for fear of criticism. But since Patcharin entered her
life, many things had shifted.
"Aren't you curious why she's reaching out now? She never Invited you
anywhere during her previous visits to Thailand."
"No idea. Maybe she's finished her studies or is planning to move back to
Thailand permanently. I'm not really interested."
After spending two hours with Ariya, Viranya headed to Patcharin's house.
On the way, she stopped by a supermarket, taking on the role of a
homemaker for her secretary by volunteering to buy ingredients for dinner.
It was rare for Viranya to shop for fresh groceries, as she wasn't fond of
cooking. With a list in hand, she bought everything in abundance, far
exceeding what was needed, leaving Patcharin dumbfounded.
"I was worried it wouldn't be enough, so I bought extra. I even asked the
staff to pick out the best ones."
She'd followed the staff's recommendations without question. Even the beef
she planned to use for a simple barbecue was Japanese A5 Wagyu, the
highest grade, with marbled fat that melted in the mouth.
It cost thousands of baht, making the real homemaker almost want to cry
over the extravagance.
"I can't wait to see how your barbecue turns out, P' Patch."
"Don't expect too much. I can cook, but I've never worked with beef this
expensive,"
Patcharin admitted. The price was even higher than the wine she'd bought at
a previous sale.
She couldn't help but wonder about the salesperson who sold it to her boss-
was it some young, attractive girl? Is that why Viranya was so easily
convinced like this?
"It'll be delicious. We'll pair it with the wine I left here. It should be
perfect,"
Viranya told her. She hadn't taken the wine back since she figured she'd end
up drinking it here anyway. Now, she didn't even need an excuse to visit, as
Patcharin had started allowing her to come over more often. It felt nice to
be closer to being considered a partner.
It felt good... though deep down, she still felt uneasy, especially about
Patcharin's continued contact with Baibua's father. The closer she felt to
being Patcharin's lover, the more possessive she became.
These feelings of unease were temporarily set aside when she played with
Baibua. Viranya arrived around four in the evening, giving her time to take
the child to the park, as she'd done before. This time, Patcharin joined them
after marinating the meat.
Being a Saturday, the community park was busier than usual. Families
brought their kids to play and ride bicycles. Some families came as a
complete unit-father, mother, and child.
Seeing the lively vibes made Viranya feel warm inside. But when she saw
children playing with both parents, she couldn't help but reflect on herself.
If Baibua had her father around, she'd probably feel more secure. But what
about Viranya?
Could she take on that role? Could she care for Patcharin and Baibua as
well as a father figure would? These questions frustrated her.
After cycling with Baibua until they were both tired, they returned home for
dinner. Once Baibua had eaten and taken a bath, she quickly grew sleepy, as
usual, leaving the adults with some private time.
They shared a bottle of wine, but only one, knowing what would follow.
They decided to shower and head to bed earlier than usual, skipping any
unnecessary explanations.
Viranya asked, her cheeks flushed as she wrapped her arms around
Patcharin from behind. The wine had emboldened her. Earlier, she'd kissed
Patcharin passionately on the sofa, nearly losing control.
They'd stopped themselves to shower first, knowing that if they hadn't, they
mightn't have made it upstairs to the bedroom.
The older woman asked again, tilting her head and lifting her chin, letting
out a heavy breath as she felt the soft touch along her neck. Deep down, she
didn't want to wait either, her desire making her heart tremble.
Still, she didn't want to let the other get too spoiled, so she held back her
feelings for the future negotiation, not wanting the younger to know that her
heart was already completely taken.
Viranya promised, and she kept her word. But it was a very close and
intimate shower. They took turns washing each other's backs and caressing
each other's fronts, their hands brushing over lower parts in an electrifying
way, almost like testing boundaries.
Overall, it was like they were arousing each other, and it worked perfectly.
After showering, they went to bed, kissing, cuddling, and caressing each
other passionately, letting their desire flare up easily.
Instead of feeling refreshed after the shower, the room quickly filled with
heat. Their naked bodies seemed to spark every time they touched, until the
spark burst into flames when their bodies pressed together.
Viranya pleasured the woman beneath her with her lips, savoring the sweet
taste of her body-her smooth neck, soft curves, and pale nipples.
She traced her tongue down to her stomach, then reached the place that was
already slick with arousal, tasting her little by little, then growing more and
more greedy.
Her hot, wet tongue flicked and pressed relentlessly, making Patcharin's
body go limp, leaving her unable to resist. She willingly let Viranya take
control, even lifting her hips to meet her rhythm.
Sweet moans escaped her lips, so loud she had to cover her mouth, but
Viranya's tongue still made her whimper and gasp, pulling her deeper into
ecstasy.
She gripped Viranya's hair with one hand, pressing her face closer with
even more need, and soon, Patcharin got exactly the kind of love she
craved.
Viranya pressed her lips and tongue fiercely, while one hand moved up to
knead Patcharin's breast at the same time.
Patcharin couldn't help but call out her name, even if it was soft and
muffled by her hand.
Their bodies moved together perfectly, the heat between them growing
stronger. Viranya's tongue and lips were relentless, Patcharin's hips moved
in time, her hand holding Viranya's face close.
Her heart pounded wildly, her lower belly tightening until the muscles there
finally shuddered, her moans fading into heavy breaths.
Viranya slid up to lie beside her, cuddling and giving her a sweet kiss,
mixing in the taste of satisfaction.
Patcharin replied, tracing her fingers over Viranya's lips before leaning in
for another kiss, not caring about the slickness on her lips that came from
her own body.
She felt drunk on love, completely bewitched by the woman next to her.
She used to think she'd protect her heart if she ever got hurt, but now she
had nothing left to hold back.
She said with a smile. She meant to scold her, but couldn't help but praise
her because it felt so good,
Viranya joked, hugging her close. Patcharin's warm, soft, naked skin was so
inviting. Lying together like this after everything made Viranya feel like she
was in heaven.
"And about not being gentle-wasn't it you? You pushed my head down so
hard I could barely breathe."
Viranya teased, gazing at the older woman until she had to turn away,
speaking shyly.
"Don't blame me. I just couldn't help myself. It was hard enough just to
keep quiet."
Viranya said, her beautiful face damp with sweat. She pulled Patcharin's
lovely thirty-five-year-old body on top of her.
"Besides, I really like hearing your voice. Honestly, I'd love to see your face
when you make those sounds, too."
Before she could say anything, Viranya moved down, forced Patcharin to sit
up, and straddled her.
Soon, the young woman's lips were right where Patcharin was still wet.
"This is embarrassing."
"It's not like the lights are on. Don't be embarrassed. Come on, sit down,"
Viranya's gentle voice coaxed her, guiding her hips down. This time,
Patcharin was the one caught up in desire, moving her body as told, curious
to see what it'd feel like. She didn't resist, allowing Viranya to arrange the
posture and press the beautiful flower down.
Her mind went hazy. Viranya's soft lips and tongue teased her, heat
spreading through her body. She couldn't help but let her weight rest down,
grinding her hips and moaning to show just how good she felt.
"Ah.."
Her lovely face, lit by the dim light, tilted back, lips parted as she exhaled
hot breath. Viranya could see her smiling-a dazzling, beautiful smile.
Patcharin was gorgeous and sexy, from her body to her movements, her soft
curves trembling, her breathing heavy. She was as intense as the blazing
sun, and no matter how bright, Viranya couldn't look away.
Viranya felt a rush in her chest at the sound of her name. The talented
secretary everyone admired, the beautiful woman all the men at the
company could only dream about, was now grinding her hips on Viranya's
face, letting her taste her completely.
The older woman felt like her body was about to break apart, bracing
herself on the bed with both arms, but still moving in the rhythm she loved.
The bliss built up until Patcharin stopped holding back her moans, guiding
Viranya's hand to her own chest, needing more.
The sensation overwhelmed her, making her forget herself for a moment.
She gave it her all, chasing the climax, but then.
"Mommy,"
"Just a minute, I'll be right out," she called back, then turned to whisper, as
softly as she could, "I... I have to check on my daughter. Ah..."
Her voice was hoarse, but it seemed the young woman beneath her wasn't
going to let her go that easily. Viranya kept up her fierce pace, hands
holding Patcharin's moving hips down, pushing her to the limit.
She only had a few seconds to catch her breath before she had to get off.
When she saw Viranya's mouth and chin slick with her fervor, she felt a hot
flush. It'd been amazing, but she had to stop and go be a mom.
Patcharin pushed down her feelings and hurried to the closet, grabbing a T-
shirt to throw on,
"Go ahead,"
Viranya said, rolling onto her side and wiping her lips with the back of her
hand, noticing she was even messier than before.
She watched Patcharin pull on her pants, noticing her legs were a bit shaky,
making her stumble and grab onto something for support. The sight made
Viranya smile.
"You should sleep with Baibua tonight. I can sleep alone," Viranya said
simply, grinning at her.
Then the mother came out wearing just a T-shirt and shorts, looking a bit
disheveled. She could still feel her breasts tight and perky, and her lower
half still wet, but it probably didn't look out of place to Baibua. The little
girl would just think her mom had also been sleeping.
The mother said as she gently stroked her daughter's head, taking her back
to bed. For now, she set aside her sweaty body and the heat still burning
inside her.
The lovely mother lay down next to her daughter, cuddling her and turning
on some soft lullaby music. Ever since she adopted Baibua, Patcharin had
decided that if she ever had to choose between Baibua and a lover, she'd
always pick Baibua.
So tonight, she'd sleep here, even if she regretted leaving her desire
unfulfilled; she'd just have to let it go for now.
This morning, Baibua looked a little sleepy as she didn't get enough rest last
night, unlike Viranya, who slept soundly through the night. After Patcharin
left, she fell asleep right away, exhausted from everything that had
happened.
Viranya pretended to ask, even though she already knew the answer.
The little girl answered while eating breakfast from a popular restaurant.
Patcharin had woken up late, so she ordered braised pork spare ribs with
bamboo lining, shiitake mushrooms in oyster sauce, and dim sum for
everyone.
When Viranya heard Baibua's answer, she chuckled. That sound must've
been her secretary for sure. She glanced at Patcharin with a teasing smile.
"Really? Maybe it was just the wind. This house isn't very soundproof."
She said that, then turned to meet Patcharin's eyes. When Patcharin shot her
a glare, she instantly glanced back at her food, feeling like she'd been
scolded just by that look.
The girl said, scooping rice into her mouth and chewing slowly.
Viranya chimed in with a bright smile. The 'wind' she meant was really the
sound of Patcharin's voice.
"Of course,"
Patcharin agreed, scooping some bamboo shoot from the soup for her
daughter. Last year, she'd thrown a small Christmas party here, inviting
Pakorn, Baibua's father, Ms. Kaew, and her own parents.
She didn't want Baibua to feel lonely during the holidays-maybe the little
one missed Pimpirat, her real mom, who'd passed away in an accident.
Baibua asked, her eyes sparkling. It looked like Viranya might be joining
them this year.
"Sure, but let's talk about Christmas later. For now, hurry and finish your
breakfast. I have an appointment with your dad at ten. If we don't hurry,
we'll be late."
The mother didn't want her daughter to keep chatting, so she urged her to
eat quickly. It was already eight-thirty, and she had to leave early because
she wasn't just meeting Baibua's dad.
She didn't realize that what she said made someone else at the table feel a
pang in her chest. Viranya misunderstood, thinking Patcharin wanted to
hurry to see him so they could spend the whole day together as a family.
"Yeah, hurry up and eat, Bua. You'll get to see Papa soon,"
Viranya said brightly, sounding casual, but deep down she felt jealous and
afraid-jealous of something she could never be, afraid that Patcharin still
liked men, and that in the end, she'd just be a woman Patcharin wasn't
serious about.
"Okay!"
Baibua answered with a big smile, not realizing the adults at the table were
feeling gloomy, as if a gray cloud had settled over their hearts.
Patcharin went to a big shopping mall on the outskirts of the city. She'd
arranged to meet Pakorn because he'd come to ask for more time to repay
the money he borrowed months ago.
It seemed like he was still having financial problems, but she was willing to
help as much as she could,
Seeing the situation, Patcharin felt she'd made the right decision in adopting
Baibua-otherwise, the girl would've had an even harder life and wouldn't be
as happy as she was now.
When Baibua saw her father after a long time, she ran to hug him. Patcharin
left her daughter with him.
The mall had a play area just for little kids, perfect for the two of them to
spend time together. Patcharin had other business-she was going to meet
Wannisa.
Patcharin asked as she sat down at a table in a coffee shop in the same mall.
"Not long, I just got here, too," the older woman in a beautiful dress replied,
then looked around for someone she thought would be with Patcharin.
"I left her with her dad. I arranged for them to meet today since they haven't
seen each other in a month."
Wannisa said softly. She didn't get to see her own daughter much either; the
last time was last month. Now her daughter was a teenager and difficult to
understand.
The older woman said calmly, then ordered a vegetable smoothie while
Patcharin ordered black coffee. Once their orders were in, they continued
talking.
"Let me get right to the point. Patch, you know my brother Game is back,
and he's probably going to try to take my power."
Patcharin replied, her face serious, instantly switching to her sharp secretary
mode.
"Last week, I saw him meeting with N' Gren twice. Every time, she seemed
stressed out. And before that, he even asked the sales department for
The experienced woman sensed their growing closeness, not just at work
but also in the trust that went beyond normal boundaries-like letting her
secretary take care of her at her condo when she was sick.
Everything she'd noticed made her think their relationship was more than
just boss and secretary.
Patcharin said humbly, smiling a little, her eyes shining as she talked about
the woman she loved.
"It's because N' Gren has adapted so well. She's much better than when she
first became manager. Now the whole department seems to trust her more."
"You really like working with Gren, don't you? You can't stop smiling,"
"I don't mind if you and Gren are close, but I want to warn you-Gren isn't
someone who takes relationships very seriously. It's better if you don't let it
go beyond being her secretary."
The woman, nearly forty, spoke in a calm voice. She didn't mean to
criticize, but she said it out of concern. She was afraid her own sister would
end up hurting someone as good as Patcharin.
Still, it was probably too late now, because the two of them already had a
deep relationship-not just physically, but romantically, too.
"I know. The closeness we shared now, if one day something goes wrong,
I'll take full responsibility and ensure it doesn't affect work in any way."
Hearing this, Wannisa immediately realized that her warning had come too
late. She knew her younger sister's personality well and was also familiar
with Patcharin's preferences.
She didn't blame either of them, as it was her own doing that brought the
two closer together. However, she still trusted Patcharin to handle
everything as promised. Yet, there was still something that lingered in her
mind.
"So, does this mean Gren knows that you're not Baibua's biological mother
and that you've never been married?"
Patcharin replied with a faint, slightly tense smile. Worry flickered in her
eyes.
"Actually, I told N' Gren today that I was meeting Baibua's father.
Otherwise, she would've insisted on coming along."
Her concern deepened, but she decided to set it aside for now, as there were
more pressing matters to discuss.q
"Alright, I won't comment on your personal life anymore. Let's focus on the
more important issue at hand," she said.
At that moment, the waiter arrived with their drinks. The two women
accepted their beverages, took small sips, and shifted their expressions to a
more serious, professional demeanor.
"It seems like Game isn't targeting me directly just yet," Wannisa began,
pausing to let out a soft sigh. "Recently, I heard that he submitted a proposal
to the board to showcase his performance in the first quarter of next year."
"You mean he's trying to build a track record to climb the ranks?"
"Exactly. It's also a way for him to declare his intention to compete with
Gren. And unfortunately, I can't stop him from doing so." Wannisa sighed
again.
"I've been planning for Gren to take on the role of deputy executive in the
next three years. So, within the next two to three years, she needs to display
as many accomplishments as possible," she explained.
Wannisa had forced Viranya into the sales manager position and assigned
her responsibilities that were beyond her current capabilities, overseeing
both the sales and marketing departments simultaneously.
If Viranya could excel and gain widespread recognition, it'd pave the way
for her to take on a more significant role in the future without opposition.
Wannisa had reached out to Patcharin for help, trusting her to guide and
support Viranya.
Things had been progressing well. Viranya had demonstrated her potential,
earning the respect of many.
Wannisa intended for the woman to become a key figure in her future plans,
managing operations while Wannisa herself handled the executive side.
"Next year, there are several high-profile deals that many are watching
closely. I don't want Game's side to secure them."
"It's not just Gren who will face trouble; you might be affected as well. Our
company could become more chaotic than ever. I need you to be prepared
for what's to come, Patch."
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The so-called 'The Fight over the Secretary' between siblings became the
white-collar workers' favorite subject of chatter. Rumors began circulating
that Worawat wanted Patcharin as his secretary, claiming he frequently
visited her.
When in truth, his visits were more about irritating Viranya than anything
else.
Others claimed she was flirting with him, desperate to transfer to his team
because it seemed to have a brighter future than Viranya's.
What they didn't realize was that his true motive was to outdo his half-
sisters, especially Viranya, the daughter of the third wife.
This led to his efforts to persuade the board and stakeholders to support his
performance initiatives, essentially challenging Wannisa.
He implied that if he could achieve sales targets and handle major deals as
effectively as Viranya, he deserved the sales manager position.
Fortunately, Wannisa had prepared for this. She had her own allies and a
competent team. Still, she couldn't hide her concern, even visiting her
sister's condo on some nights to discuss the situation.
"You don't need to worry about P' Game. I'm not scared. Even if we lose
some old deals, it's fine. I'll find new ones myself. You shouldn't stress so
much, or you'll end up needing more Botox."
Viranya had stayed at her condo that night, having just finished a sweet
phone call with her beautiful secretary. When she heard the doorbell, she
quickly ended the call, knowing her older sister must be stressed about the
ongoing issues.
"I'm surprised to hear you say that. Don't you have your own worries?"
Viranya was indeed concerned about the company's internal issues, whether
it was about Patcharin or her own work, where others were eyeing her
position. However, she chose to see this as a major test.
She believed every problem had a solution, and overcoming them would
signify personal growth. She resolved to focus more on her work, even if
minor annoyances, like Maythira, occasionally distracted her.
Some in the department seemed to think Maythira was close to her, likely
because the girl had been promoting herself to avoid hard work. Viranya
had instructed the staff overseeing interns not to go easy on her.
She was there to gain experience, so they should give her plenty of tasks.
This kept Maythira busy and out of her way for a while.
She stayed to chat with Viranya for nearly an hour. Initially, she'd planned
to discuss her backup strategies in case Viranya faced difficulties.
But after hearing her sister's determined response and seeing her confident
disposition, Wannisa felt reassured and proud of how much Viranya had
grown. She was glad she'd entrusted Patcharin to guide her.
"By the way, can I ask you something? What's exactly going on between
you and Patch?"
Yet, her sister seemed committed to the relationship, a stark contrast to her
usual flings with beautiful flowers.
"Don't think I don't know. You haven't been staying at your condo often.
You've been staying at Patch's house, haven't you?"
"Yeah,"
"P' Patch and I are seeing each other. But every time I stay over, I don't take
her out partying at night."
"I know."
Nevertheless, Wannisa worried that her sister might hurt someone as good
as Patcharin.
"How serious are you? Don't forget, she has a child. You can't just be testing
the waters."
"Who said I'm just testing the waters? I'm completely serious about her,"
Viranya said, her eyes filled with determination, even more so than when
she talked about work.
"And do you think you can take care of her child, Gren?"
The older woman asked, raising an eyebrow and smiling slightly. It was the
first time she'd seen this side of her sister, and she felt both surprised and
proud. When she heard Viranya's response, she couldn't help but smile.
"Of course, I can. I may not be a man or her real father, but I can be a great
auntie. I'll take care of her and her daughter just fine. Actually, it's good you
brought this up. If P' Patch and I officially become girlfriends, I plan to
propose to her. And if possible, I'd like to register our marriage. When that
time comes, you won't object, will you?"
Viranya, too, was focused on year-end activities, but not the company party.
Instead, she was planning a small gathering at her secretary's house.
Viranya replied, her amber eyes fixed unblinkingly on her laptop screen.
In truth, she was also preparing gifts for children at a rural kindergarten.
She'd started a business importing children's toys in secret and wanted to
use this opportunity to gather feedback on which toys kids liked and which
ones were beneficial for their development.
"How can I not? It's important to me," Viranya said earnestly, her large eyes
shifting from the screen to Patcharin, "Actually, since you're her mom, why
don't you help me pick something?"
leaned in to look at the screen, Viranya suddenly pulled her onto her lap.
Patcharin scolded, her tone firm. She turned to reprimand Viranya but was
silenced when the latter pressed her warm cheek against hers.
Patcharin felt her resolve melt away like wax near a flame, leaving her
speechless.
"Come on, just a little. I want to hug you while we work. Once we pick
something, I'll let you go."
After finishing her sentence, a high-bridged nose pressed a kiss to the soft
curve of Patcharin's neck.
"M-Me sitting like this might wrinkle your skirt," Patcharin warned softly,
her voice trailing off.
She grasped at an excuse, any excuse, to mask her inability to resist. She
silently cursed herself for failing to maintain her resolve. She'd promised
herself not to engage in such behavior during work hours, yet here she was
again, letting her guard down for the umpteenth time.
Meanwhile, she stole kisses on her hair and neck, causing the secretary's
ears to turn a deep shade of red. She found herself wishing this moment
would never end, suddenly wanting to be more indecisive just to prolong it.
"Who is it?"
"What's wrong?"
"It seems someone's here to see you. She didn't make an appointment. She
said her name is
Moments later, Patcharin returned to her desk, leaving her boss to meet her
unexpected guest. The visitor was an impeccably dressed woman with a
beautiful face.
Her name matched the initial 'E' on the card that had accompanied a
bouquet of flowers sent to Viranya-a bouquet that Viranya had cherished
and been visibly delighted to receive.
"What brings you here? And why didn't you call me first?"
Viranya greeted her guest familiarly as they both sat on the sofa.
Lalita replied with a bright smile. She was Viranya's first and only ex-
girlfriend. The two hadn't seen each other in over five years.
To Viranya, Lalita hadn't changed a bit. Her flawless appearance was still
reminiscent of a movie star, her elegant attire of designer clothes, and her
refined demeanor that instantly revealed her upbringing as a well-mannered
young mistress.
"But I think I'm the one who's surprised. Gren, you've changed so much,"
Lalita remarked, her eyes scanning Viranya with interest. Today, her ex
wore a sleeveless top paired with a high-slit A-line skirt, embodying the
elegance of a professional woman.
Hearing the amazement in Lalita's voice, Viranya let out a soft sigh and
smiled faintly.
"True. By the way, did you get the flowers I sent two months ago?"
Lalita inquired, leaning back on the sofa and casually glancing around
Viranya's office.
"I did. But I'm surprised you remembered our anniversary, even though it's
been five years since we broke up."
Lalita jested, flashing a sweet smile as she rested her head against the sofa
cushion, looking at Viranya closely.
"By the way, Gren, I noticed your company is bidding on a hospital project
for next year. The person listed as the contact has the same last name as
you, but it's a man..."
"No, I can't Imagine you having a husband. But I saw the name started with
a 'W,' so I guessed it might be your brother."
Viranya's expression turned serious for a moment. She didn't need to ask to
know it was likely Worawat. She thought to herself that he must've started
making his moves, going so far as to bypass her entirely.
"Yes, he's my older brother. Don't tell me you came here because of this."
"Partly. At first, I didn't think much of it, but when I asked the procurement
team, they said the usual contact person wasn't him-it was you,"
The woman explained, her eyes drifting to the nameplate on Viranya's desk.
"Or has your position been elevated this year, so you're not handling deals
directly anymore?"
"No, but it's complicated. By the way, have you started working at the
hospital?"
"Yes, I've been there for almost a month now. I'm still in the learning phase
to join the executive team. Today's the first day I've had a breather."
Lalita was the sole heir to Chanyawech Hospital, one of the country's
leading private hospitals with branches nationwide and across Southeast
Asia. The hospital was a key client of Phichan Health Co., Ltd.
This year marked her full-time return to help manage her family's business.
"And are you free this evening? Come hang out with me. I haven't gone out
since returning to Thailand."
Viranya replied with a smile. In truth, she was free, but she felt guilty about
the person waiting outside her office and didn't want to agree immediately.
"Oh, please. You used to agree to last-minute plans all the time."
"That was in the past. Let's plan for another day. I'm really swamped right
now."
"Alright, I just happened to be in the area and thought I'd drop by. I wasn't
expecting much. But next time, if I invite you, you can't say no. Got it?"
"Well, it'd be odd if I'd changed. I'm only demanding with people I trust,"
Lalita said as she stood up from the sofa. She turned to look at Viranya's
face, leaning in closer.
"How about this? Let's set a date now. Come celebrate my birthday with
me."
Lalita's birthday was on December 24th, Christmas Eve, which was the
origin of her nickname, Eve.
"December 24th?"
Viranya said with a smile, though her voice carried a hint of hesitation.
She already knew she wouldn't be able to go, as that was the day Patcharin
had planned a Christmas celebration for Baibua.
However, she didn't want to decline outright, fearing it might hurt Lalita's
feelings.
But Lalita, noticing her hesitation, quickly cut her off, as if afraid of the
answer she might hear.
"I'll be in touch, Viranya said, standing up to see her off. But before she
could, Lalita suddenly pulled her into a hug.
"W-Wait, Eve,"
Viranya stammered, her amber eyes widening. She intended to pull away,
but Lalita's soft whisper stopped her.
Lalita said, her voice trembling as she rested her chin on Viranya's shoulder,
tightening her embrace.
After so many years apart, it was natural for some feelings of longing and
care to linger. As Lalita's hug grew tighter, Viranya couldn't help but return
the embrace, her hand gently stroking Lalita's silky hair. She let out a soft
sigh.
They held each other for a moment before Lalita pulled away. Her eyes
were slightly red, as if tears were threatening to spill, but she managed to
hold them back.
"I really have to go now," Lalita said, her voice shaky as she bit her lip
slightly. "But about the birthday... I'll need your answer by the end of the
week, Gren."
It seemed that Lalita's unannounced visit that day had created an awkward
tension between Viranya and her secretary. The atmosphere was even more
strained than when there had been rumors about the intern.
Patcharin, on the other hand, seemed distracted as well. She'd sensed that
Lalita was someone special, more so than others.
Patcharin's unease only grew when she learned that her boss had agreed to
attend Lalita's birthday dinner, which coincided with the day Patcharin had
planned a small Christmas celebration at home with Baibua.
Even though Viranya had openly told her about the dinner and promised to
come to her house afterward, the woman couldn't shake her lingering
worries.
She loved and cherished Viranya, but she couldn't express it too openly. She
tried hard to suppress her feelings, reminding herself that they were only in
the early stages of their relationship and didn't have the status to justify
jealousy.
She felt she could compete with new people entering Viranya's life, but how
could she compete with someone like Lalita, Viranya's first love?
A few days later, the company announced its New Year's party, scheduled
for the evening of the last Friday before the long holiday break.
Many employees were thrilled about the year-end party, feeling that their
hard work throughout the year had paid off. Conversations buzzed about the
event's theme and what everyone would wear.
While there was no strict dress code, there would be awards for the
department with the most coordinated outfits and for individuals with
standout attire.
"I shouldn't be back later than eight. I'll see you at home, okay? Don't put
Baibua to bed just yet."
That evening, she was set to attend Lalita's birthday dinner. She planned to
spend no more than two hours there before rushing to deliver Baibua's
Christmas gift later that night.
She also intended to stay over at Patcharin's house. However, it seemed the
young woman's plans wouldn't go as smoothly as she'd hoped.
"She probably won't go to bed easily tonight, but I don't think it'll be
convenient for you to stay over. My mom will be staying with us tonight."
With the extended break, Patcharin had to arrange for someone to look after
her daughter temporarily.
"Yes,"
Patcharin responded softly, her expression and eyes filled with concern. She
felt just as disheartened. Over the past week, Viranya hadn't been able to
stay over even once, as she'd been busy finishing work before the year-end
holiday.
Viranya had also planned to visit her parents' home, which meant she had to
bring work back to her condo to complete.
The young woman had long expressed her desire to show her commitment
to their relationship, but Patcharin still wasn't convinced. She thought
Viranya wasn't serious. The situation with Lalita's birthday only reinforced
her doubts.
This had been Lalita's idea, as she'd guessed the challenges Viranya was
facing. Lalita had promised to speak to her parents, the true owners of
Chanyawech Hospital, on Viranya's behalf if she attended the dinner.
Knowing this, the young woman couldn't refuse.
She agreed without revealing the real reason to anyone, confident that
Lalita wouldn't use this as a mere excuse to toy with her.
she'd left later than planned, but was also satisfied with the benefits she'd
gained from the evening.
That night, she had dinner with Lalita's parents. Although the conversation
during the meal was serious and mostly focused on business, at least they'd
seen her face and understood her intentions.
Viranya had known Lalita's parents since high school. While they hadn't
been particularly fond of her back then, much had changed. They now saw
her as a more mature and articulate individual, likely increasing their trust
in her.
The visit had been worthwhile, living up to Lalita's promises. When it was
time to leave, Lalita didn't try to make her stay longer. Viranya gave her a
birthday gift-a luxury handbag from a rare new collection in a color she
thought Lalita would like.
In contrast, the Christmas gift she'd prepared for Baibua was something
special. It was a custom-made wooden cat-shaped puzzle designed to
improve focus, made from imported oak wood free of harmful chemicals.
Knowing Baibua's love for puzzles, Viranya had chosen this gift
specifically for the little girl. She'd also prepared a bracelet for Patcharin,
intending for them to wear matching ones.
She planned to personally deliver Baibua's gift and spend an hour playing
with her. She also wished to take the opportunity to formally introduce
herself to Patcharin's mother.
She instructed Sombut to find somewhere else to park and wait during that
time.
Viranya told the driver as she prepared to grab the gift bag.
Viranya's heart wavered. The man walked to a car parked in front of the
house, opened the trunk, and pulled out a large teddy bear. He handed it to
Baibua, who opened her eyes, beamed with joy, and jumped up and down
excitedly.
It was a heartwarming scene-a little kid beaming over her new gift, with a
man and woman who seemed like life partners sharing in her happiness. It
was the picture of a perfect family, complete with a father, mother, and
child. Viranya felt an inexplicable pang of pain.
From his features, it was obvious that the man was Baibua's father. It was
hard to believe that the two were divorced. While it was true that ex-couples
could remain friends, their interaction seemed far too close.
Seeing this, Viranya felt a twinge of dismay. She thought Patcharin could've
at least mentioned that he'd be visiting. Or perhaps she had no right to feel
this way-after all, he was Baibua's father and had every right to see his
daughter on special occasions.
The young woman's mind raced. Not seeing Patcharin's mother only added
to her worries. As the three of them returned to the house, smiling together,
Viranya sat frozen in place. Sombut, noticing his employer's hesitation,
finally spoke up.
"I don't think I will," Viranya replied, eyes red and glistening. She handed
the gift bag to the chauffeur instead. "Could you please give this to P' Patch
for me?"
Viranya said this while keeping the bag she'd prepared for Patcharin with
her.
Sombut said as he took the bag. Though he didn't fully grasp the true nature
of their relationship, he could still sense what the other person's initial
intention had been.
"I'm just feeling too lazy to go down now. Oh, and please don't mention that
I came along. I'd feel it's impolite if I didn't go in myself. Just say I haven't
returned from my appointment yet."
Viranya added with a forced smile, trying to conceal her true feelings.
Hearing this, Sombut moved the car to park temporarily along the fence.
Holding the gift bag he'd been given, he proceeded to Patcharin's house to
deliver it as instructed.
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There was a gift bag about the size of a large sketchbook sitting in the
house. Baibua, knowing it came from the pretty Auntie, found herself
puzzled.
The little girl asked innocently after the other guests had left. That night,
Patcharin had invited the neighborhood kids Baibua was close to for a
Christmas celebration, along with Ms. Kaew.
Baibua was exhilarated to have more people at the house, but didn't forget
to ask about Viranya. She'd been waiting for her all night, only to see a gift
arrive instead of the person she'd hoped for
Patcharin replied with a faint smile. She'd already heard from Sombut that
Viranya hadn't returned from her meeting with Lalita. He'd taken it upon
himself to deliver the gift, worried it might get too late.
Baibua felt a little disappointed that she didn't get to see Viranya as she'd
hoped. Patcharin felt just as bad, if not worse. She was uneasy knowing
that, at such a late hour, the young woman was still out having dinner with
her ex on their birthday.
Baibua decided to open her gifts the next day. She had one from Viranya
and another from Patcharin. As for the teddy bear from Pakorn, there wasn't
much to anticipate. He had to pick up his daughter unexpectedly and only
managed to bring that as a gift.
Pakorn told her, picking up the gift bag and his daughter's clothing bag.
Patcharin nodded with a small smile, then turned to Baibua and crouched
down.
She said, gently patting the girl's head. She then stood up and addressed her
brother-in-law.
Pakorn replied with a sincere smile. He knew well that he wasn't the best
father. Even when Baibua's real mother was still around, he hadn't realized
his shortcomings until it was too late.
Thankfully, Patcharin had been there to help. Without her, his daughter
wouldn't have become the cheerful, lively child she was now, nor would she
have the comfortable life she enjoyed.
"Please don't mention it. Baibua is my niece. We're just helping each other
out. Honestly, I should be thanking you for making the effort to come."
"What are you saying? She's my daughter. No matter how busy I am, I'll
always make time for her."
Originally, Patcharin's mother had promised to help look after Baibua for a
few days. Unfortunately, their car broke down unexpectedly, so she couldn't
make it.
This left Pakorn to take over the responsibility during the holidays.
Patcharin hadn't intended to hide this from Viranya; she planned to explain
everything when they met. She had nothing to hide, as there was never
anything inappropriate between her and Pakorn.
He was simply there to pick up Baibua, bringing a gift along, and had only
arrived shortly before Viranya would've seen him.
Her thoughts spiraled further when she learned from the chauffeur that no
one else was in the house except for that man.
Patcharin's mother wasn't staying over as claimed. Viranya couldn't help but
wonder if the person staying over might actually be that man-the real father
of Baibua, the man she'd always believed to be Patcharin's ex-husband.
It was hard for Viranya not to think this way, especially since Patcharin had
chosen to keep this matter under wraps for so long. By now, it seemed too
late to reveal the truth.
Or perhaps Patcharin felt she had to keep it hidden forever because, deep
down, she doubted her ability to win Viranya's heart. Like tonight, for
instance.
The woman she loved had chosen to spend the evening with an ex, despite
promising firmly to come over. She'd planned to invite Viranya to stay the
night, especially since Baibua wouldn't be home.
She'd hoped they could spend not just tonight but many nights together. But
now, everything had fallen apart-her plans, her heart, and she didn't know
how to move forward.
The following day, Viranya arrived at the office later than usual, still
slightly hungover. She'd been unable to sleep the night before and ended up
The image from the previous night haunted her, and even by mid-morning,
she couldn't shake it off. When she saw the one responsible for her distress,
she couldn't help but act cold and distant, even though she should've
addressed the issue directly.
"No coffee for me today. I'll take orange juice or something sweet instead,"
The manager, dressed in an elegant gray women's suit, told her secretary
with a completely indifferent expression. On days when she opted for
something sweet over coffee, it was a clear sign she was hungover.
Patcharin, knowing this well, couldn't resist asking.
She asked in a solemn tone. Before they'd started seeing each other, such
personal questions wouldn't have been asked. But their growing closeness
now gave Patcharin the courage to ask directly.
Seeing Viranya's expression only made her more uneasy. Viranya had
disappeared for the entire night, supposedly to have dinner with her ex on
their birthday, and now showed up hungover. How could Patcharin assume
anything positive about this?
Viranya admitted weakly as she walked into her office, her demeanor
resembling someone sulking. In truth, it should've been Patcharin feeling
upset. She still believed Viranya had spent the night with her ex, and now
she was hungover.
If it weren't work hours, Patcharin would've pressed for answers. But as her
secretary, she had to suppress her emotions for now.
Viranya forced herself to sit and review her pending tasks. Before long,
Patcharin brought over hangover medicine, painkillers, snacks, and a sweet
drink, placing them on her desk.
She knew Viranya would likely have a headache and had prepared
everything without being asked. Normally, Viranya would've appreciated
such thoughtfulness, but today, she was too upset and still nursing a mild
headache.
She pretended not to notice, even though she longed to ask about the
previous night.
Around eleven, the department's interns arrived with three staff members to
discuss the upcoming performance for the company's year-end party.
Each department's interns were allowed to attend the party, provided they
prepared a performance. Employees could also join in, adding to the event's
festive atmosphere.
"It looks good. Thank you all for your hard work,"
The manager commented briefly after watching the preview. She didn't
have much to add, as she wasn't in the mood to critique. However, some felt
her short praise wasn't enough.
"I mean, Ms. Gren, do you have any other opinions? Like, maybe the pose
isn't perfect yet or not quite dazzling enough?"
She asked with a charming smile, her gaze openly inviting Viranya.
Maythira sald in a playful, almost flirtatious tone, clearly trying to draw the
manager's attention.
While most didn't think much of her behavior, assuming she was just close
to Viranya, not everyone was pleased-especially Patcharin, who stood
nearby, observing everything.
Patcharin interjected icily, then turned to her boss with a polite tone.
Patcharin then launched into a detailed critique, pointing out strengths and
weaknesses like a judge on a talent show. She even noted minor issues like
footwork and facial expressions.
Her thorough feedback left many sweating. Even Viranya, who'd just
recovered from her hangover, was astonished. Since when did her secretary
take such an interest in these performances?
Patcharin concluded her critique with a sincere yet icy smile that sent chills
down the spines of those watching, leaving them both impressed and
intimidated.
Maythira said in a weary tone. She'd only asked for detailed feedback as an
excuse to talk to Viranya, not because she actually wanted to make changes
to the performance they'd already rehearsed.
She could tell that the interns were already nervous and apprehensive of her.
The first time she'd met Maythira, she'd been so shocked to see her
interning there that she'd unintentionally put on a stern face.
She didn't want to add to their stress, especially now that they'd also faced
the wrath of her secretary.
"If you all do well, I'll have a special reward for everyone."
Hearing this, the group's spirits lifted, and they felt more motivated to
continue practicing.
"Alright, it's almost lunchtime. Let's take a break," the manager said,
wrapping up the meeting.
Everyone said their goodbyes and began to file out toward the door. Most
had left, but Maythira lingered as if she had something more to say.
"Do you have something to discuss, May?" Patcharin asked, her expression
stern.
Viranya, who'd been glancing at her phone, quickly looked up, surprised
that Maythira was still there.
Maythira began, likely intending to invite her senior, whom she considered
close, to lunch. But before she could finish, Patcharin's firm voice cut in.
"Your friends have already left. Shouldn't you hurry to catch up with them?"
Patcharin inquired with a bright smile, though her eyes were sharp and
piercing.
Maythira, seeing that look, didn't dare continue. She could tell she was
being figuratively blocked. If she insisted and Viranya didn't accept her
invitation, it'd be humiliating.
But then, to her surprise, the person she thought wouldn't respond spoke up
instead.
Viranya asked, setting her phone down, causing Patcharin's face to fall.
"Yes, I was."
In truth, she'd been planning to invite her secretary to lunch to clear the air,
but she didn't want to say it outright. Using the interns as an excuse seemed
easier.
Viranya took the interns and the employees involved in the performance to
a Japanese restaurant nearby.
The restaurant was within walking distance of the company, and everyone
seemed delighted to be treated to lunch, especially Maythira, who boasted
to everyone that the meal was thanks to her invitation. Patcharin, however,
felt uneasy.
Her boss had invited others to lunch when she'd hoped they could dine
alone to resolve their misunderstandings.
The large Japanese restaurant had been a staple in the area for years,
popular among office workers. Its interior was styled after the Edo period,
with two floors and private rooms that could accommodate up to twelve
guests.
So Viranya's group of ten fit comfortably. She chose to sit at the head of the
table, with Patcharin on her right and Maythira on her left, placing the two
women directly across from each other.
Throughout the meal, Maythira kept bragging about how she messaged
Viranya daily, trying to show everyone at the table how close they were.
This only fueled Patcharin's jealousy.
Though she tried to hide it, she didn't do a great job. Adding to her
frustration, Viranya's playful banter seemed to be aimed at provoking her,
likely as a way to retaliate for the previous day.
Little did Viranya know how much Patcharin's heart ached and how deeply
she was overthinking everything. The fact that the younger hadn't stayed
over at her place for several days only amplified her worries.
As for the messages Maythira claimed to send daily, they were mostly
simple invitations to meals or outings. Viranya only replied occasionally,
making it clear she wasn't interested in a romantic relationship. Yet,
Maythira never gave up trying to get closer to her.
Since returning from lunch, the atmosphere between the manager and her
secretary had been tense and awkward. Aside from work-related matters,
they barely spoke, even though both had countless questions on their minds.
Patcharin felt hurt that Viranya had disappeared all night and was now
acting distant. She worried that Viranya might be pulling away because her
ex was back in the picture.
Meanwhile, Viranya was just as troubled, and when they finally spoke, their
frustrations only escalated.
Patcharin said as they rode the elevator down together after work. In truth,
she'd planned to invite Viranya to stay over that night and for the next few
nights, hoping to help her with her workload.
But given the current mood, she decided it wasn't the right time and settled
for a simple thank-you.
"I'm glad she likes it. It's a bit tricky to assemble, though. It'd be great if an
adult could help.
"Actually, my mom didn't come. So Baibua stayed with her dad instead.
He's been with her since last night, so I guess he'll help her with it."
"I see,"
Viranya said with a faint smile, her thoughts spiraling further. She now
believed that Baibua's father had stayed over.
"Well, that's even better. The toy I bought can help strengthen family bonds.
You should head home, P' Patch. Don't keep your family waiting. I'll be
going now,"
After all, Patcharin and Baibua's father had once been married. They
must've loved each other deeply, and she felt like an outsider who'd only
entered their lives during a rough patch.
Patcharin was puzzled by the phrase "your family' and wanted to ask more
questions. But seeing Viranya's cold demeanor, she couldn't bring herself to
say anything and let her boss walk away in silence.
The employees of Phichan Health Co., Ltd. hurried to finish their work and
left earlier than usual. They needed time to prepare for the company's New
Year's party that evening, especially their outfits.
boots. She arrived at the hotel, the party venue, right on time with
Patcharin, who was dressed as a tennis player.
The large hotel in the heart of the city was bustling as usual during the year-
end season, hosting multiple company parties simultaneously. This
convergence of events led Viranya to unexpectedly encounter someone
familiar.
"Eve?"
Viranya ran into Lalita in the hallway between the banquet rooms. The
woman was accompanied by her entourage, while she had Patcharin trailing
closely behind.
The petite, fair-skinned woman, elegant as ever, greeted her while glancing
at her attire and bursting into laughter.
"I'm here for the New Year's party. It's a sports theme, so I dressed as an
equestrian,"
Viranya replied, taking a moment to look at Lalita's outfit. She was dressed
in a flowing gown, as if heading to a royal ball.
"And you? Off to a ballroom dance somewhere?" she teased back with a
chuckle.
"Don't mock me. It's a corporate executive party. We have to dress fancy.
Everyone's showing up in their finest."
Recognizing her as Viranya's secretary, Lalita couldn't help but notice the
look in her eyes. It wasn't the gaze of a secretary toward her boss but that of
a lover consumed by jealousy.
"By the way, what time does your party end? Got plans afterward?" Lalita
asked.
"I was thinking of inviting you out for a drink. There's someone I'd like to
introduce you to."
Viranya asked with genuine curiosity. tilting her head slightly toward Lalita.
She didn't realize that her apparent interest was making someone watching
from a distance overthink the situation.
Lalita clarified right away, playfully tapping her ex's shoulder. She could
tell that Viranya's interest likely stemmed from assuming it was another
work-related meeting, like the last time they had dinner together.
"What then? I didn't even say anything yet. I just asked if it was important
because I was worried I might drink too much tonight."
"I thought you'd lose interest if there weren't any benefits involved, but
never mind. We can do it another time."
"Because I'm certain you'll drink yourself silly tonight. And besides..."
Lalita trailed off with a faint grin, glancing toward Patcharin before leaning
in to whisper,
"I think you should hurry back before your secretary bites your head off."
The New Year's party at Phichan Health Co., Ltd. was as vibrant as ever,
with employees dressed in colorful costumes. The event featured endless
entertainment, food, and drinks.
While everyone enjoyed the food and beverages, live music played on
stage, setting the mood as they waited for the formal procedure to begin.
Afterward, there would be performances from each department, followed
by the awards ceremony.
Viranya and Patcharin had been seated for a while. Viranya sat at a table
with the sales and marketing team leaders, while Patcharin sat at a nearby
table with general staff from the department, a mix of men and women.
The vibes were lively, as the employees had worked together for years. The
party had barely started, yet many were already red-faced and grinning like
fools, thanks to the unlimited wine, draft beer, and liquor.
Patcharin, however, seemed slightly tense. She chose to drink draft beer,
even though she usually preferred red wine.
Viranya felt concerned for her secretary but didn't dare ask. All she could do
was steal glances from afar, as they weren't seated at the same table.
She was also busy clinking glasses and chatting with team leaders and
executives, including Wannisa, with whom she occasionally had to sit and
converse.
When the time came, the emcee invited the company's top executive,
Wannisa, to the stage for a speech. It was a tradition she never missed at the
New Year's party.
Wannisa began with a lighthearted question, breaking the ice and easing her
own nerves. Known for her sharp business acumen, she also had a knack for
reading people, even after just one meeting.
Every time she greeted them by name, it left a lasting impression without
any effort.
"Tonight, as the executive of Phichan Health, I'd like to say a few words,"
The poised woman, nearing her forties, said with a warm smile. Her upright
posture and graceful demeanor exuded flawless leadership.
"I wish to thank everyone for working together until the end of this year.
We've seen significant growth and progress in the company. Every
department has shown great improvement, especially the sales team, which
has greatly boosted our performance this year."
Her firm voice paused briefly, prompting everyone to turn toward the sales
team and applaud their leaders and managers. It was a clever move by
Wannisa to shine a spotlight on Viranya. Once the applause subsided, she
continued,
"Thank you all for your dedication and hard work. As an executive, I assure
you that your efforts will be rewarded accordingly. As you all know, we
provide bonuses every year. But this year, it'll be even more special. Our
bonus will increase from three months to four months."
Increasing the annual bonus was a strategic move to win over the
employees. Wannisa explained that the company's increased profits, driven
by higher sales, made this possible.
Indeed, the company had made significant strides, thanks in large part to
Viranya, supported by Patcharin as her secretary.
"Let's work together again next year with the same dedication. We'll move
forward as one team because the company's success isn't the result of one
person's efforts but the collaboration of all of us. Thank you again for your
hard work and commitment, ladies and gentlemen."
The room filled with thunderous applause. As she finished her speech,
Wannisa glanced briefly at her half-brother, Worawat, seated below. It was
as if she wanted to emphasize her authority and the loyalty she'd earned
from the employees.
Worawat felt a surge of irritation under her intense gaze. He clapped lightly,
his jaw clenched, evidently displeased with his sister's prominence.
After Wannisa stepped off the stage, he excused himself to get some air,
uninterested in the rest of the evening's activities.
With the event officially underway, the performances from each department
began. There were also activities for voting on the best group and individual
costumes, adding color to the party.
Some groups dressed in dream job themes, others in retro styles, but the
standout was the superhero theme from the research and development
department.
However, the sales department, led by Viranya, was equally impressive. Her
equestrian outfit captivated everyone, regardless of gender, with her
bountiful charm.
Everything about her looks made her appear years younger, transforming
her into a stunning woman in her early thirties.
Patcharin, who'd been drinking steadily, didn't mind. She clinked glasses
and chatted back amicably.
During this time, Viranya could hardly sit still. She wanted to return to her
original table but was tied up building rapport with the executives.
Though her body was present, her mind was with her secretary. She could
only glance over occasionally, and when she did, she noticed someone new
had joined Patcharin's table.
Within half an hour, Patcharin's table had become the liveliest one. She
switched from beer to pure brandy, her face glowing with a sunny and
approachable demeanor. Seeing this change from afar made Viranya
increasingly anxious.
She hurriedly excused herself, intending to find her secretary. But by the
time she managed to break away, Patcharin was no longer at the table.
Viranya asked urgently, approaching Maythira, who was still seated in the
same spot. The young intern showed no signs of intoxication, which didn't
surprise Viranya.
She knew Maythira wasn't only great at entertaining people but also had an
impressive tolerance for alcohol.
Hearing this, Viranya, filled with concern, briskly turned on her heel and
walked out.
Viranya strode toward the restroom nearest to the banquet hall. Upon
arrival, she found no sign of Patcharin, She questioned several passing staff
members and eventually encountered someone who'd gone into the
restroom with Patcharin.
The woman explained that they'd entered separate stalls, but when she came
out, Patcharin was nowhere to be seen.
She'd searched the entire floor but couldn't find her and assumed Patcharin
might've returned to the banquet hall. It was then that she crossed paths
with Viranya in the hallway.
Viranya informed the female employee, her voice edged with worry.
After hearing this, Viranya excused herself to continue the search. She
decided to check the front of the hotel, reasoning that if Patcharin had left,
she'd likely be waiting for a taxi there.
As she walked, she pulled out her phone to call her secretary, but the latter
didn't answer any of her calls, which only deepened her unease. At that
moment, her phone buzzed with an incoming call from Maythira.
Not wanting to talk, she declined the call. However, after several persistent
attempts from Maythira, Viranya finally answered, exasperated.
[Wait, P' Gren. I saw P' Patch at the lounge with Mr. Game.]
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sunyan
Earlier, Patcharin had planned to call a taxi to head home, but ended up
crossing paths with Maythira in the hallway. The student was also planning
to call a ride.
At first, Maythira didn't pay much attention to Patcharin until she noticed a
man approaching and trying to coax the slightly disoriented woman.
Concerned, she decided to intervene.
Worawat greeted. He was the man speaking with Patcharin while she waited
for a taxi. He appeared slightly tipsy, likely from drinking at the hotel's
upstairs bar.
Feeling better, he'd decided to return to the party but stumbled upon his
sister's secretary, whom he'd been eyeing.
"Why didn't you tell me you were leaving? I could've asked P' Sombut to
drop you off,"
Viranya said with concern, observing Patcharin's flushed face and her
apparent struggle to stay sober.
"But you came with me, so you should leave with me."
"You're so bossy, Gren. The event's over now. If Ms. Patch wants to leave,
let her. Why does she need to report to you, right, Ms. Patch?"
Hearing the word 'report', the slightly disoriented woman in her sporty yet
revealing outfit stood up and said,
"Sorry for not informing you I was leaving early, but I can manage on my
own."
Viranya snapped, shrugging off his hand. She tried to remain calm, aware of
the people passing by in the hallway, not wanting any more scandals at the
company.
Viranya clenched her fists tightly, her hands trembling with the urge to
punch him. But knowing his intent to provoke and the presence of others,
she could only glare at him with pure disdain.
"Whether I'm protective or not is none of your business. You should know
by now that my patience with you is minimal. So, stay out of it."
Yet, he couldn't help but feel perturbed under her intense gaze, which was
unlike anything he'd seen from her before. Still, he had no intention of
backing down.
"Oh, really? And what if I still want to meddle? What will you do?"
Viranya, losing her patience, stepped closer, her fists clenched and ready.
She was just about to punch him when Maythira's voice interrupted.
"P' Gren, I've booked a room. Why don't you take P' Patch upstairs to rest?"
With someone else stepping in, Viranya unclenched her fists and turned to
the voice.
"A room?"
"Yeah, a hotel room. Shall we go? I'll help you support P' Patch,"
The girl said, walking over to Patcharin, who seemed barely conscious. She
ignored Worawat entirely, as if he didn't exist, and held up a hotel card
envelope as proof.
Seeing this, Viranya stepped in to help, guiding her secretary toward the
elevator and up to the reserved room.
As soon as the drunk woman collapsed onto the bed, she passed out
completely. Patcharin was vaguely aware of Viranya's presence nearby but
didn't resist, letting herself drift into sleep.
She asked Maythira after ensuring everything was in order. Viranya sat on
the edge of the bed, relieved to have found Patcharin before she left. Who
knows what could've happened if she hadn't?
"No problem," Maythira replied, then extended her hand toward Viranya.
"But I'll need the room fee back-ten thousand baht."
The girl chimed, retracting her hand. She then walked to the mini-fridge,
grabbed a cold bottle of water, and took a sip. Having gone out drinking
with Viranya several times before, she was no stranger to booking rooms
for situations like this.
Viranya couldn't help but ask while pulling a blanket over Patcharin.
"I didn't really want to. I just don't like toxic guys."
Maythira shrugged. Earlier, she'd been about to call a ride elsewhere but
stumbled upon Patcharin talking to Worawat.
Seeing the former's disoriented state and the latter's invasive behavior, she
quickly called Viranya and then arranged for a room, thinking it might be
necessary.
"Toxic guys?"
"Yeah, like Mr. Game. He looked like he was about to pounce on P' Patch
right there. And I already don't like him-he's so pretentious. Just looking at
him irritates me."
Viranya chuckied softly, then went to the bathroom to wet a small hotel
towel. She returned to gently wipe Patcharin's face. Watching Viranya's
tender care, Maythira couldn't help but ask.
"Yeah, a lot."
"Wow, you didn't even think about it. But doesn't she already have a kid?"
"So what? Just because she has a kid, I can't like her?"
Maythira felt a pang of annoyance. She sat down on a chair, crossing her
arms and legs, watching Viranya as she tended to Patcharin.
"Changed?"
She'd known Viranya for almost two years. They'd gone out drinking and
partying together many times. Back then, they often hung out with a large
group of friends.
But as Viranya started going out less, the group dwindled. Some friends got
married, others graduated and focused on work, leaving Maythira as the
only one still partying.
Moreover, she'd liked Viranya for a long time and never stopped keeping in
touch.
Viranya smiled and turned to look at the younger woman sitting in the
corner.
She could see through Maythira's intentions. It wasn't genuine affection but
an ulterior motive. Maythira didn't like her for her looks or wealth but was
irked by her indifference and longed to prove herself.
"You figured it out, huh? But whatever, I don't feel like it anymore."
"You're not the same anymore. It's so bummed. At first, I wanted to intern
here for fun, but now I'm just tired of it."
"Are you that lonely? Is that why you're going to such lengths?"
"If you're bored, why not find something else to do? Something more
meaningful and productive,"
"Not at all. Just giving advice. I heard you're actually pretty good at your
work."
Viranya answered. She'd heard from the marketing team that Maythira had
potential but rarely showed it.
"Welp, the seniors in the department keep piling work on me. I have no
choice but to do it well; otherwise, they'd never leave me alone,"
Maythira said with another sigh. Despite disliking hard work, she was
responsible, especially for tonight's performance, which had earned her
many compliments.
"But whatever, just one more month of this internship, and I'm done."
The student said as she rose from the chair and walked to the foot of the
bed, glancing at Patcharin with a mix of weariness and disinterest. Her
response caught Viranya slightly off guard, and she was about to ask more
when Maythira spoke again.
The girl remarked with a smirk. She didn't hate Patcharin but felt a mix of
irritation and jealousy. Realizing she wasn't needed, she grabbed her bag
and left the room.
Once Maythira was gone, Viranya turned her attention back to the woman
on the bed. She tried to wake Patcharin, hoping she might get up to shower
on her own.
But when there was no response, she decided to remove the older woman's
tennis outfit. The tight and slightly dirty attire wouldn't be comfortable to
sleep in. Afterward, she gently wiped Patcharin's hands and legs again
before letting her rest.
Viranya's actions clearly showed how much she cared for Patcharin. Other
than Wannisa's mother, who'd raised her, she'd never done this for anyone
else.
She realized she loved this woman more than anything. But the deeper her
love, the more it hurt when she heard the words Patcharin mumbled in her
sleep.
The faint, incoherent voice repeated softly. Over the past week, Patcharin
had been stressed about many things, which made her think of her twin
sister.
She even mumbled and cried in her sleep, clutching the blanket tightly.
Seeing this, Viranya couldn't sleep all night.
The words Patcharin used made her misunderstand, thinking that the older
woman still loved Baibua's father and was heartbroken over their divorce.
The emotionally charged night passed, and by morning, Patcharin woke up.
The soft comfort of the bed and the fresh scent of the linens made her
She blinked her eyes open, looking around. She recalled switching from
beer to straight brandy the night before. Someone had invited her to the
restroom, and that's when she realized she was too drunk and decided to call
a ride home.
After that, she encountered Worawat and Viranya, but she couldn't recall
anything beyond that.
A soft voice asked from a corner of the room. Patcharin turned toward the
voice and felt relieved to see it was Viranya. But then she remembered the
unresolved tension between them.
She'd overheard that Lalita had invited Viranya out for drinks, which had
upset her and led her to overdrink. When Maythira joined later, Patcharin
didn't want to appear fragile, so she didn't refuse the offer of straight liquor.
Viranya replied as she slowly got up from the chair. On the nearby table
were an empty wine bottle and a glass. Viranya had tried to drink herself to
sleep. wanting to crawl into bed and hold Patcharin.
But the words Patcharin mumbled in her sleep left her feeling hurt, so she
ended up drinking wine to pass the time instead.
"You usually handle your drinks well. Why were you so drunk last night?"
Patcharin replied softly. In truth, she hadn't enjoyed the party at all. She'd
been worried the entire time about whether Viranya would leave with Lalita
after the event.
While she wasn't too concerned about Maythira, she felt insecure about
someone who'd once held Viranya's heart. Seeing their closeness made her
feel like she'd already lost.
Viranya felt the same way, believing that Patcharin still thought about her
ex-husband. Both women shared the same fears, even though they loved
each other more than anyone else who'd come into their lives.
"Is that so? You seemed oddly eager to leave, though. Were you worried
about someone at home?"
Patcharin thought to herself as she looked for her phone. Viranya got up to
retrieve it for her, along with the clothes she'd taken off. Patcharin quickly
dressed, feeling uneasy about having been so drunk and vulnerable.
"You seem in such a hurry. It's just one night away from home. Why? Is
being with me so unpleasant?"
Viranya inquired, her voice tinged with drunken sarcasm, She looked at
Patcharin's curves with a heavy heart, not wanting anyone else to touch her.
Thoughts swirled in her mind-about seeing Baibua's father a few nights ago,
about Patcharin's rush to leave, and about how the secretary had seemed
distant since Christmas Eve.
She feared Patcharin might reconcile with her ex. But deep down, she knew
she was the one who'd caused Patcharin to feel insecure by being overly
friendly with Lalita.
Patcharin, still feeling the effects of her hangover, couldn't control her
emotions and decided to respond directly.
"Am I the one who's unhappy? Shouldn't I be asking you that? You know
who's in your heart."
"You disappeared with your ex almost the entire night. And last night, you
were so close to her. If you were me, how would you feel?"
Viranya asked, her drunken mind slow to process. She'd even forgotten that
she'd told Patcharin she'd been drinking until morning on a night she didn't
visit her as promised. This had led Patcharin to misunderstand and think
she'd spent the night with Lalita.
"So many nights that you can't even remember? Or is it so many nights and
so many people that you can't tell them apart?"
"Is that how you see me? Is that why you're still hung up on your ex-
husband? I heard from P' Sombut that you were with another man that
night. What am I supposed to think?"
"Oh, last minute, huh? You could've told me. Or do you think that since
we're just getting to know each other, you don't need to tell me anything?"
Deep down, Viranya was just as scared... Just as Patcharin feared she might
have someone else, the young woman feared Patcharin might reconcile with
her ex-husband.
She'd been afraid since realizing she had feelings for Patcharin. But the
latter, knowing she herself had no ties to Baibua's father, hadn't considered
Viranya's feelings and overlooked this fear.
"Because there's nothing between me and him. That's why I didn't tell you."
Patcharin yearned to clarify that she'd never been married or dated a man.
She liked women. But she couldn't bring herself to say it now, fearing it'd
sound like an excuse.
"Then it's just like me and Eve. There's nothing between us either. If you
don't believe me, then don't expect me to believe you," Viranya said sharply.
Patcharin stared back with a heavy expression, feeling as if her chest had
been struck. She realized she'd never truly trusted Viranya. She loved her,
but she was afraid, terrified of being dumped.
Her selfishness had led her to hide the truth. If Viranya loved her as a single
mother, she was willing to keep up the facade, even if it ultimately hurt her.
Patcharin said softly, trying to gather her belongings-her hat and phone-and
stuffing them into her bag. She slung the bag over her shoulder.
"You're drunk, and I'm just sobering up. Let's talk when we're both in a
better mood."
The willowy figure said this with a heavy heart as she walked toward the
door.
Viranya, seeing the other leave while they were still frustrated, couldn't help
but feel a pang of longing.
"Then let me take you home..." she offered softly, stepping closer.
Patcharin replied with lifeless eyes. Viranya couldn't take another step,
watching as Patcharin turned her back and walked out of the room.
Patcharin arrived home around nine in the morning. She hastily showered
and went back to bed, only waking up again close to two in the afternoon.
She left to pick up Baibua at three and then drove straight to her family
home in Nakhon Pathom. She pretended not to care about her phone, even
though she was anxiously waiting for a notification.
By evening, there was still no sign of any messages or calls. Viranya hadn't
reached out to her even once. Patcharin tried to think positively, assuming
the other might've been sleeping all day.
But when she saw a photo of Viranya on Wannisa's social media, she
realized the truth her boss had no intention of contacting her at all.
Patcharin had been secretly following Viranya's social media, but since
there was rarely any activity, she had no idea what Viranya was up to.
Thankfully, Wannisa's social media was updated almost daily, giving her a
way to keep tabs. The latest post showed Wannisa traveling to Hong Kong
to visit her daughter with her new fiancé, who'd proposed just last month.
Viranya was in the frame with them.
Seeing this, Patcharin decided not to wait any longer. After all, she'd already
told Viranya to wait until they both calmed down before talking again.
Perhaps this was the right decision. She could only hope that after the long
holiday, things would improve once work resumed.
The Hong Kong International Airport was bustling with travelers from all
over the world. Viranya's group arrived in Hong Kong late at night.
They followed the hotel's driver out of the terminal to their car, planning to
meet Wannisa's ex-husband's family the next morning.
Wannisa and her ex had remained in contact. Their separation had been
amicable, and they'd been divorced for years.
Now that both had new partners, they were comfortable maintaining a
friendship and co-parenting their only daughter to the best of their abilities.
Viranya couldn't help but feel envious of her sister, who managed her
emotions so well. She admired Chentawee, her sister's new fiancé, for his
open-mindedness, If only she could be as understanding.
She felt so inexperienced and childish. Just seeing Patcharin talk to her ex-
husband made her feel insecure, to the point where she had to flee to
another country during the holidays, using the visit to her niece as an
excuse to herself.
When they arrived at the hotel, Viranya, who'd looked utterly dejected
throughout the journey, headed straight to the hotel bar for a drink, even
though it was already late. She needed something to make herself feel
better.
Noticing her sister's unusual behavior, Wannisa couldn't help but follow her
to the bar. She thought Viranya might need someone to talk to. After a while
of drinking together, a conversation filled with pent-up emotions began.
"P' Grace, let me ask you something. For someone like you, who's always
dated men, what are the chances you'd ever consider dating a woman?"
Viranya asked after finishing half of her first glass of red wine. Both sisters
were sipping on their own glasses of wine.
"I've never thought about liking women. But if you're asking if I've ever
been wavered, sure, I've admired beautiful actresses before, but that's about
it."
"I see,"
The younger mumbled softly, staring absentmindedly at the deep red liquid
in her glass.
"Why are you asking? Did you and Patch fight about Baibua's father?"
Wannisa cut straight to the point. She'd heard from Sombut that ever since
her sister saw Patcharin with another man at her house, Viranya had been
unusually stressed.
"You've looked like a zombie from takeoff to landing. How could I not
notice? You two must've talked about it, judging by that sour face."
The older sister took a sip of her wine, waiting for an answer.
"We talked,"
Viranya admitted, her face clouded with sadness. She assumed Wannisa was
referring to her distrust of Patcharin. But in truth, the issue Wannisa had in
mind was that Patcharin wasn't Baibua's biological mother.
Wannisa believed her sister already knew this and was upset about it, which
was why she'd joined the trip to Hong Kong during the New Year.
"So, you came along to visit your niece just to spite Patch?"
"I'm not trying to spite her. I just needed some time to think."
"What's there to think about? Or are you angry because you feel like you've
been deceived after learning the truth?"
"No, I'm not angry," Viranya said, sighing. She didn't want to say much, but
her sister's words made her pause. "Wait, what truth? What are you talking
about?"
Her surprised tone made Wannisa realize they were completely on different
wavelengths.
"It's nothing,"
Wannisa said, taking another sip of wine and looking away. But her
evasiveness only made Viranya more curious.
The younger sister's intense gaze made Wannisa uncomfortable. She didn't
want to be the one to reveal it, thinking Patcharin must have her reasons for
not telling the truth yet.
Reasons she couldn't quite figure out. But seeing her sister in such distress,
and under the pressure of her piercing stare, she couldn't keep it to herself
any longer.
"The truth that Patch has never been married before. And that she's not
Baibua's biological mother."
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sunyan
After landing at Suvarnabhumi Airport, she rented a car and headed straight
to Nakhon Pathom, eager to resolve things with her secretary as soon as
possible.
She didn't even know exactly where Patcharin's house was, only that it was
somewhere in Sam Phran District, based on a brief glance at her biography
from when they first started working together.
"No. Who would've thought of something like that? And P' Patch never said
anything."
"I don't know why Patch kept this from you, but if you're mad at her
because you're jealous of Baibua's father, let me tell you to drop it. He's not
her ex-husband; he's her brother-in-law. Patch has a twin sister named
Pim. Pim was Baibua's real mother and passed away two years ago. After
that, Baibua became Patch's adopted daughter. And let me tell you
something else-Patch has never dated men. She's only ever dated women."
Viranya thought about Wannisa's words as she drove down the road. She
didn't want to call her driver on his day off, especially since she'd already
told him she'd be in Hong Kong for four days.
After nearly two hours of aimless driving, she reached a market in Sam
Phran District and decided to call her sister through the LINE app, thinking
Wannisa might know where Patcharin's house was. Her phone battery was
nearly dead, adding to her frustration.
[How would I know where Patch's house is? Wait a sec, are you back in
Thailand already?]
"I landed at seven this morning. I'm driving a rental car to Nakhon
Pathom now."
[Why are you doing something so unplanned? Have you called Patch
yet?]
She didn't feel she had the right to call. All her previous anger and
resentment had vanished, replaced by guilt. She felt ashamed for doubting
Patcharin and couldn't bring herself to face her.
[Then, how are you going to find her? Listen, Gren, I wasn't exactly
thrilled about you dating Patch because I was worried it might cause
problems at work. But now, I think you need to make a decision. You've
already flown back-just call her.]
Wannisa's advice made Viranya pull into a gas station to gather her courage.
For nearly five minutes, she stared at Patcharin's profile on her phone
screen.
But when her phone warned her that the battery was down to five percent,
she decided to make the call, hoping Patcharin would answer and tell her
where she was.
Patcharin's tone was slightly tense, still feeling uneasy about their
unresolved issues. But her voice turned to surprise when Viranya asked
where exactly her house was, explaining that she was already in Sam Phran
District and wanted to see her.
[Right now?]
"Yes, I want to see you right now. Can you tell me where your house is
in Sam Phran?"
The gas station was about thirty minutes from Patcharin's house, on the
other side of the district. Viranya had told her it was urgent, but didn't want
to go into details until she had a chance to shower.
Her face lit up with joy when Patcharin arrived, her eyes filled with
affection-so different from the last time they'd looked at each other.
"If it's just for a shower, would a motel work? If you want a nice resort,
you'd have to wait until the 2 PM check-in,"
"A motel?"
"Yes. You can shower there without waiting for check-in. Is that alright?"
The two of them went to a nearby motel. From the outside, it looked new
and clean, with Individual parking spaces in front of each room and large
curtains for privacy. It was a new experience for Viranya, suddenly finding
herself at a motel with her secretary.
After showering and changing into fresh clothes, Viranya returned to the
room where Patcharin was waiting.
Viranya, now clean and dressed in a T-shirt and jeans, sat at the edge of the
bed, turning slightly to face Patcharin.
The older woman's heart sank at those words, fearing Viranya had come to
end their relationship. Their last conversation had nearly escalated into a
fight, and Patcharin had been upset and hurt over the same trivial issues.
"Okay,"
Patcharin replied, her voice trembling. She straightened her back slightly,
signaling she was ready to listen, even though she felt a pang of pain.
She had no idea why Viranya had come all this way. If she genuinely
wanted to end things, she wouldn't have gone to such lengths to see her.
"P' Patch,"
Viranya said, her tone turning serious, She knelt on one knee, taking
Patcharin's small hands in hers. Slowly, she said,
"Please be my girlfriend."
"What?"
Viranya repeated, smiling. She'd wished to make the request more formal,
but she couldn't wait any longer. She was anxious to resolve her feelings
and didn't want to leave things hanging.
She'd planned to ask Patcharin to be her girlfriend before, but deep down,
she'd been afraid Patcharin might go back to liking men. It was an
insecurity she'd tried to ignore.
But now that she knew the whole truth, she wanted to follow her heart.
"If you're still worried about Eve, there's nothing between us anymore. That
night I went to Eve's birthday party, it was just to meet her parents. Her
"I'm sorry for being so unreasonable. Even though I was still in touch with
my ex, I got upset over Baibua's father. But now I know everything about
you and Baibua. I know you adopted her, and her father is just your brother-
in-law."
"Yes, everything,"
Viranya said, smiling again. Then, in a jovial tone, she asked why Patcharin
had been so cruel as to keep her in the dark.
"Were you testing me by not telling me the truth? You could see I was
jealous."
"I wasn't testing you or anything. I just never had the chance to tell you."
Viranya's tone turned serious again as she tightened her grip on Patcharin's
hands.
"I can't change the past, but right now, I have only you. And I love you. I
love you so much."
The heartfelt confession made Patcharin feel like she was in a dream. She
wondered if she was hearing things, but Viranya's next words confirmed it
was all real.
With a trembling voice, Viranya spoke as she placed a luxurious, deep red
leather box on Patcharin's lap.
Her slender hands carefully opened it, revealing a yellow gold bracelet
adorned with small screw-like designs encircling it. It was a Cartier bracelet
worth hundreds of thousands of baht.
"Let's be serious about our relationship. Let's date as a real couple, take care
of each other like life partners,"
Viranya said as she gently slipped the bracelet onto Patcharin's wrist.
Luckily, she hadn't done that, and now she was able to give it to the one she
loved, just as she'd initially planned.
What Patcharin saw and heard made her forget all the lingering doubts-
whether it was about Lalita, Maythira, or anyone else who'd made her feel
insecure.
None of it mattered anymore. She felt as though her heart had been
unburdened, a heart that had always belonged to Viranya from the start.
Patcharin's voice was quivering as she stared at the bracelet now adorning
her wrist. Her full lips curved into a smile, even as they trembled. Tears of
joy welled up in her eyes, leaving her speechless except for the
overwhelming love she felt for this woman.
She asked, laughing. She was both overjoyed and amused, unsure which
emotion to feel first.
"Well, I've wanted to ask you for a long time, but there was never a chance-
just like you said you never had the chance to tell me about Baibua. Or
would you prefer I take you somewhere more romantic and ask you again?"
"Why would I make you ask again? Once you've asked, you can't take it
back."
Hearing this, Viranya grinned and leaned in to embrace her newly official
girlfriend. Her voice softened as she said,
The young woman tightened her hug, and Patcharin hugged her back. They
held each other, absorbing the warmth and love between them without
needing to say much more.
Viranya said as she pulled back slightly, just enough to look Patcharin in the
eyes. Tears still glistened at the corners of Patcharin's eyes, and Viranya
couldn't resist gently brushing them away.
She tucked a stray lock of hair behind Patcharin's ear, caressed her soft
cheek, and tilted her chin up to bring their faces closer. Their lips met in a
tender kiss, overflowing with love.
Their lips moved slowly, savoring the sweetness of the kiss until they were
both content. Then they pulled back to gaze into each other's eyes.
The term 'Ms. Sweetheart' made the older woman blush deeply, leaving her
momentarily speechless.
"No way."
"Pretty please...?"
Viranya pleaded, her voice sweet and coaxing as she took Patcharin's hands
and placed them on her cheeks.
The young woman flew back abruptly and then confessed her love and
asked to be her lover.
To say Patcharin wasn't pleased would've been a lie. The secretary, who was
usually composed, found herself melting under Viranya's affectionate
charm. How could she resist?
Patcharin said slowly, trying to keep a straight face but ultimately breaking
into a shy smile.
"My... sweetheart."
Later, Patcharin invited Viranya to her parents' house. Since she hadn't told
her family she'd be out for long, she needed to return to check on Baibua.
That day, Patcharin's family was hosting a New Year's party for their
workers. The lush garden at their home was filled with tables, chairs, and
tents, resembling a company event. It was an annual tradition.
Viranya followed Patcharin to the house in her rental car. Now she knew
where Patcharin lived and could become a part of her life. When Baibua
saw someone walking behind her beautiful mother, she squealed with
delight.
"Auntie Gren!"
Baibua dropped her toy and ran toward Viranya. At that moment, only
Patcharin's mother, Pisamai, was under the house, busy setting up New
Year's decorations.
Pisamai asked her daughter, eyeing Viranya's striking face with interest.
Viranya was dressed simply in a T-shirt and jeans.
Patcharin explained that she was a junior colleague from work who
happened to be visiting Nakhon Pathom and was waiting to check into her
accommodation. She'd invited her to visit their orchid garden to pass the
time.
Patcharin introduced with a cheerful smile. She wasn't ready to reveal that
Viranya was her girlfriend, fearing it might cause issues with her
conservative father.
"Hello, ma'am,"
Viranya greeted politely, raising her hands in a respectful wal. She sat on a
sturdy bamboo bench under the house, and Baibua quickly climbed onto her
lap, having not seen her in weeks.
Viranya smiled and held the little girl without hesitation. She wasn't
bothered that Patcharin had introduced her as a junior colleague instead of
her boss or girlfriend, understanding that some older people mightn't accept
such things.
"Hello, dear,"
"If you're in Sam Phran, you must visit the dragon sculpture at Sam Phran
Temple. But first, join us for the New Year's party tonight. We're doing a
gift exchange-join us!"
Patcharin cut in quickly, not wanting to cause any discomfort to the younger
woman. The New Year's party at her house wasn't as formal as a corporate
event. The workers were locals who often drank themselves silly during
celebrations.
"Then, take her to buy something, honey. The more, the merrier."
"But I still need to take you to the resort this afternoon," Patcharin reminded
her.
"Then buy the gifts first and head to the resort after. Baibua can stay here
with me. The workers' wives will be cooking lunch here, and they'll
probably bring their kids along. It's better for Baibua to stay and play with
them,"
Pisamai proposed, eager to spend more time with her granddaughter, and
didn't want the little girl out of her sight.
Patcharin agreed. She took Viranya to see the orchid garden, which was just
across from the house. Typically, Patcharin wasn't involved in the family
business due to her strained relationship with her father.
Walking through the orchid garden that day felt like a new experience for
her. While they were there, Viranya met Yupin, one of Patcharin's father's
wives. Yupin was a chatty, nosy woman, but hardworking and efficient.
Viranya felt happy to gain insight into another part of Patcharin's life.
After touring the orchid garden, the two headed to a large shopping mall in
Nakhon Pathom's city district. It was quite far from Patcharin's house, but
they thought it was worth the trip since the mall had everything they
needed.
Viranya planned to buy snacks and treats to bring to the New Year's party at
her girlfriend's house.
Viranya murmured to herself as she walked past various shops in the mall.
She seemed very focused and serious about the gift exchange, making
Patcharin smile endlessly.
The two walked side by side, holding hands without caring about the stares
of others. Occasionally, Viranya would wrap an arm around Patcharin's
waist, a display of affection they'd both longed to show.
"The gift exchange with the workers is just for fun. You don't have to
overthink it."
"How could I not? It's an event at my girlfriend's house. I have to put some
thought into it,"
Viranya replied earnestly, making Patcharin smile even wider. She loved
how attentive the young woman was.
"But you can exchange it for something more expensive if you don't mind
that the gift you receive might be of lesser value."
Not long after, the two stopped in front of a women's clothing store, a high-
end brand known for its sexy and pricey designs.
"What is it? Are you interested?" Patcharin asked, following Viranya's gaze.
The tall figure said, her eyes fixed on a mannequin in the store window
dressed in a sheer, sultry nightgown.
"What? We're here to pick out a gift for the workers, remember?"
Viranya tore her gaze away from the provocative outfit and chuckled softly.
Patcharin frowned and shook her head slightly, though a small smile
lingered on her lips. She realized she'd need to prepare herself for moments
like this.
Not only was Viranya insatiable, but she also had a keen interest in fashion.
Patcharin thought she might need to start buying new clothes to please her.
She used to enjoy wearing stylish, sensual designer attire herself, but after
Baibua came into her life, she'd transformed into a modest, frumpy mom.
As they stood chatting in front of the store, another woman walked by and
greeted Patcharin.
Patcharin turned toward the voice and saw a petite, long-haired woman with
honey-toned skin approaching. She was dressed in branded clothing with
prominent logos. Patcharin quickly let go of Viranya's hand.
"Som-o?"
Patcharin greeted her with a neutral expression. The woman was Jaruwan,
or Som-o, the daughter of Yupin. She'd just graduated from university and
was now twenty-three years old, working at an insurance company.
"Are you back home already? Who are you here with?"
Jaruwan asked, her curious eyes darting to Viranya. Noticing her good
looks, she seemed intrigued.
"A junior colleague from work. I brought her to pick out a gift for tonight's
exchange,"
Patcharin replied with a faint smile. She didn't mind talking to Jaruwan, but
the latter often displayed an unpleasant habit of being overly inquisitive,
much like her mother, Yupin.
Because of this, Patcharin preferred to keep her distance, even though they
were technically family.
Jaruwan said with a bright smile. She subtly scrutinized Patcharin's outfit
and appearance, mentally critiquing her.
When she noticed the luxurious Cartier bracelet on Patcharin's wrist, her
interest piqued. Being someone who admired high-end brands, she
commented without hesitation.
She then noticed that both women were wearing matching bracelets but
chose not to mention it.
Patcharin lied, pulling her arm close to her body. She didn't want to
elaborate or flaunt her use of luxury items.
"Oh, really?"
Jaruwan's tone was mocking. Initially skeptical, she believed the lie after
seeing Viranya's simple attire.
"Have you found your gift yet, Som-o? If so, I'll take my leave. I haven't
picked anything out yet."
Patcharin cut the conversation short. She didn't want to engage further. With
that, she led Viranya away. Once they were out of earshot, Viranya asked,
"Oh."
Patcharin admitted with a small sigh, clearly uneasy about discussing her
family dynamics.
"But probably not as complicated as mine, where my dad has three wives
and children with all of them,"
Patcharin said with a smile, realizing she'd forgotten that Viranya's family
was just as, if not more, complex than hers.
The two continued walking hand in hand until they passed a gold store.
Viranya stopped and said,
The tall figure turned to look at the store, intrigued by the gleaming gold
jewelry on display.
"Are you thinking of buying gold for the gift exchange? Isn't that a bit
much?"
"A small gold ring might be just right. If a worker gets it, they'd probably be
thrilled since they could sell it for cash."
"You're right. Cash as a gift would be perfect. Let's go with that, so we can
spend the rest of the time shopping,"
Viranya decided, her mood lifting as she took her girlfriend's hand and led
her forward.
.
.
Patcharin asked as they walked side by side. It seemed like Viranya was
heading back toward the women's clothing store where they'd encountered
Jaruwan earlier.
"Not really. I just want to spoil my girlfriend. Let's go buy that sexy dress."
Patcharin had booked the best room and even researched nearby attractions
and cafés, fulfilling her role as a secretary flawlessly.
The resort had over ten rooms, each a small house with unique layouts and
decor. The surrounding area was lush with trees and ornamental plants,
creating a serene atmosphere.
The two walked hand in hand to the reserved room, stopping in front of a
house with a bush of fragrant flowers.
Patcharin said, holding the key as she led the way. As they approached, she
caught the scent of the flowers.
"But I don't think you'll like it. Do you want to change rooms?"
"You don't like strong floral scents, and this bush is full of them,"
"But I think these flowers smell lovely," the young woman noted, walking
over to the bush.
She bent down to read the green acrylic sign with white lettering near the
base of the plant.
Patcharin looked surprised. While the flowers were fragrant, their scent was
quite strong, especially for someone with a sensitive nose. The aroma
wafted through the air even from a distance.
Viranya said, glancing at Patcharin with soft amber eyes that seemed to
convey her affection. It was as if she was saying she cherished Patcharin
just as she was, no matter her past.
If she could love her before knowing the truth, there was no doubt she loved
her even more now.
"No change."
The two entered the cozy, clean room. Viranya placed her suitcase in a
corner and sat at the edge of the bed.
The newly turned-on air conditioning hadn't yet cooled the room, so she
fanned herself with her T-shirt. When Patcharin sat down beside her,
Viranya asked,
"It's hot. Want to join me? You don't even have to shower yourself; I'll do it
for you," the younger teased playfully.
"N' Gren!"
Patcharin exclaimed in alarm, her stern expression making it clear she knew
exactly what Viranya was about to say.
Seeing the older woman's stern face only made Viranya want to tease her
more. She leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"It's my day off, and I'm also your girlfriend now. Why can't I scold you?
But if you don't like it, I guess I'll just have to accept it."
Viranya gently cupped Patcharin's chin, turning her face back toward her.
Looking into her eyes with affection, she said,
"Well, no, but I doubt any boss likes being scolded by their secretary."
The one being stared at lifted her chin high, her attitude so teasing that
Viranya felt an urge to play with her. She couldn't believe Patcharin was
It was a world apart from her secretary persona. This only made Viranya
fall even harder for her, many times more than before.
"Didn't you say today's your day off? Besides, you're my girlfriend now. If I
do anything wrong, you can scold me all you want. But right now, I want to
shower. Let's shower together, please?"
.
.
The bathroom in their room was spacious, with both a rain shower and a
regular showerhead. The walls were bare concrete, decorated with small
stones arranged in a simple, homey way.
They started by turning on the water, letting it run over their skin, and
taking turns washing each other with liquid soap. The soap had a faint scent
that made one feel refreshed.
The daylight made Patcharin feel a little embarrassed. Her alluring figure
kept Viranya's eyes glued to her.
The more the secretary blushed, the more the boss enjoyed it, showing her
infatuation openly as she leaned in and pressed a kiss to Patcharin's lips,
then let her affection wander elsewhere with loving care.
Cool water droplets rolled over their skin, making their bodies feel
refreshed. After the shower, Patcharin's skin was soft and cool to the touch,
and the younger couldn't help but run her hands over her.
She turned off the water and focused all her attention on Patcharin, touching
her with tenderness.
Still, her touch sent powerful shivers through Patcharin's body-her hot lips
trailing down the soft skin of Patcharin's neck, her teeth gently nipping at
her shoulder, kisses scattered across her chest while her hands caressed and
claimed her, lips closing over sensitive peaks and sucking like a baby.
It was all so overwhelming, but Patcharin didn't try to stop the other.
Instead, she arched her body toward Viranya, feeling so good she had to
hold her close, her hands roaming and squeezing in return, soft moans
escaping her lips.
The sounds and sensations only grew more intense as the young woman's
hot hand slid down her body, fingers finding the spot where her arousal was
at its peak.
"G-Gren mmph..."
Patcharin gasped, digging her nails into Viranya's skin, leaving red marks as
she felt the pressure and friction at her sensitive center. The sensation was
so intense that Patcharin could barely stand, her legs weak as she learned
back against the cold wall.
Soon, her legs parted as desire pushed deeper inside her, slow and deep,
matched by loving kisses and embraces. Patcharin's hips moved without
shame, her moans echoing off the walls, her chin tilted back as heat and
pleasure blurred her senses, like a mirror fogged with steam.
"Hold on to me."
"Ah, Gren.."
Patcharin's voice was hoarse as she clung tightly, wrapping one leg around
Viranya, feeling her own arousal overflow. The tighter she held on, the
more their passion intertwined, so deep it felt like her body might shatter,
wave after wave crashing over her.
Then she kissed her deeply, pulling back just a little before kissing her
again and again, each kiss more intense than the last, as if she couldn't stop,
showing her love in both words and actions-harder, faster, better-until
everything overflowed.
Patcharin replied, her voice husky and trembling. As soon as the words left
her lips, Viranya kissed her again, their mouths meeting in a fiery exchange.
For Viranya, Patcharin mightn't have been her usual type. She'd met plenty
of girls who checked all her boxes, but no one had ever captivated her like
this woman.
With Patcharin, she felt complete-so complete she didn't want to look for
anyone else or compare her to anyone. It didn't matter that Patcharin had
been with others, had a child, or was older.
She loved her, loved her so much she wanted to be a better person, to
change and grow for her. Knowing this, Viranya had no intention of ever
letting Patcharin go.
Viranya pleaded softly, her tone gentle, even as her fingers below were
anything but gentle.
Patcharin moaned, her voice barely more than a whisper, trembling with
pleasure so intense she could barely form words.
Patcharin could only moan, her naked body's heat fueling the young
woman's passion.
Viranya said she wanted to hear sweet words, but she didn't give Patcharin a
chance to speak, showing her love over and over, relentless as a storm.
Pleasure surged through Patcharin in every direction, her weakened body
feeling as if a gust of wind had swept her up high.
At the final moment, when Viranya pushed deep inside, Patcharin felt as if
she were falling, crying out with a high-pitched moan, tears slipping from
her eyes as her whole body trembled with the force of her climax, her voice
sweet and breathless as ecstasy washed over her.
🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁
sunyan
The front yard had been transformed into a cozy venue for a small, intimate
gathering. Tonight, Patcharin's family had arranged a Chinese banquet to
treat the workers, complete with a variety of drinks prepared for the
occasion.
The orchid farm run by Patcharin's parents relied on the hard work of
dozens of laborers.
Every year, they hosted a grand celebration to express their gratitude to the
workers who'd dedicated themselves throughout the year. They even
encouraged the workers to bring their families along.
It was an eagerly awaited annual event, offering unlimited food and drinks,
along with the thrill of exchanging gifts, where the boss often included cash
envelopes as part of the presents.
Many indulged in the drinks without hesitation, but tonight, Patcharin chose
not to drink. She didn't want her family to see her drinking, fearing her
father's disapproval.
He often remarked that women shouldn't consume alcohol. If he'd seen her
state after the company party, he would've been utterly horrified.
Viranya, on the other hand, also refrained from drinking, feeling a bit shy.
However, she volunteered to sponsor the drinks, bringing imported liquor
from a well-known brand that was quite expensive.
She was certain the workers had never tasted such a brand before. Wishing
to impress her girlfriend's family, she'd thoughtfully chosen this treat.
Initially, she'd planned to buy wine for Patcharin's father, but her lover
mentioned that no one in her family drank wine. Thus, Viranya opted for a
case of Imported liquor, which made the workers' eyes light up with
excitement.
Laughter and cheers filled the air as the gift exchange began. Patcharin and
Viranya both contributed cash as their gifts. Patcharin gave a thousand baht
along with a high-quality towel as a gift for Baibua.
Viranya also gave a thousand baht, though she initially wanted to give ten
thousand baht, but Patcharin had stopped her, not wanting to outshine her
father, who was expected to give a similar amount
As luck would have it, Viranya drew Baibua's gift, while Patcharin received
a set of dishes from one of the workers. Baibua ended up with a Teflon pan,
also from a worker.
In truth, Patcharin's family didn't place much importance on the gifts, unlike
the workers, who eagerly hoped for something valuable. Those who
received cash gifts were overjoyed, as the money was worth more than the
gifts they'd brought.
By nine o'clock, she excused herself to leave, with Patcharin driving her
back to the resort. It wasn't because she feared Viranya might get lost, but
rather an excuse to spend a little more private time together before saying
goodnight.
"I hope today didn't make you feel uncomfortable, N' Gren."
Patcharin admitted with a small smile, knowing well how her family could
be, especially her father, who disapproved of her liking women. If he knew
Viranya was more than just a colleague, he'd surely be agitated.
"Why would you think that? Everyone was so welcoming. I've never
experienced such vibes before,"
"Alright. You should shower and get some rest, too. Make sure to close the
curtains and lock the door properly,"
"Okay,"
"P' Patch..."
"Yes? Mmmph!"
Patcharin turned around, only to be met with Viranya standing close. Before
she could react, the younger gently cupped the back of her neck and kissed
her.
Patcharin didn't resist, even though the kiss caught her off guard. She
responded, moving her lips against Viranya's and wrapping her arms around
her.
After sharing a lingering kiss, they reluctantly pulled apart. Patcharin said
goodbye once more, forcing herself to leave quickly. She knew that if she
stayed any longer, Viranya might pull her into the room, and she wouldn't
be able to resist.
She wanted it just as much, remembering how they'd spent hours together in
the bathroom earlier that day.
Patcharin returned home shortly after, her face glowing with a soft smile the
entire way. She hadn't expected being in a relationship with someone like
Viranya could bring her so much happiness.
From being asked to be her girlfriend in the morning, to Viranya driving all
the way here, spoiling her with beautiful clothes-even if those clothes were
more for Viranya's taste-it'd been a long time since she'd felt this cared for.
It was so wonderful that she couldn't stop thinking about it.
As she parked and locked her car, she noticed someone waiting nearby.
"I was worried since you were gone for so long, so I waited,"
The girl replied, following closely behind Patcharin as if she had something
urgent to discuss.
"P' Patch, what position does P' Gren work in? How much is her salary? Is
it the same as yours?"
This question made Patcharin slow her steps. She turned to glare at Jaruwan
before composing herself and replying with a neutral expression,
"I don't know. But personal questions like that aren't something polite
people ask."
Her tone was sharp, and her gaze seemed to silently convey,
"Is that all you wanted to know? I need to shower and sleep. I'm planning to
go out tomorrow and don't want to stay up late,"
Patcharin told the girl, turning to leave. She wanted to rest, still feeling tired
from her earlier time with Viranya.
"Where are you going? If it's somewhere fun, can I come too?"
"I'm taking Baibua with me. If you come, you'll have to help look after her."
Her father knew she didn't like Yupin, and if she excluded Jaruwan, she
might get reprimanded. Not wanting to make her mother worried, she
always tried to be polite as a result.
Hearing this question, Patcharin felt irritated again. She let out a deep sigh
before replying.
"Yes. But I'll tell you now, we might only go to the temple. Don't complain
later."
The next morning, Baibua refused to wake up, having stayed up late
playing the night before. Patcharin decided to visit Viranya at the resort
alone, using the excuse of taking her to a famous coffee shop.
She asked her mother to watch Baibua temporarily and left early before
Jaruwan could find out and insist on tagging along.
It seemed she'd left too early, as when she arrived at the resort, Viranya
hadn't even showered yet and still looked drowsy.
Viranya teased lightly, wanting to pull her girlfriend onto the bed to cuddle.
But as she reached out, Patcharin stiffened and resisted.
"No more sleeping. Go shower now so we can pack your bags," Patcharin
said, half-commanding.
Viranya replied, pulling Patcharin to sit at the edge of the bed beside her.
She leaned against her playfully.
"No. I'm waiting to leave with you. I want to stay and count down to the
New Year together,"
It was New Year's Eve, and Patcharin assumed Viranya would want to
celebrate elsewhere rather than staying at the resort. After all, she wouldn't
be able to meet her tonight.
"That's fine. Even if we can't sleep together, just spending a little more time
with my girlfriend before the New Year is enough for me,"
Viranya said, her lively, fresh face framed by messy hair. She smiled
sweetly, gazing at Patcharin with such affection that she didn't realize how
much her repeated use of the word 'girlfriend' was making Patcharin's heart
swoon.
"Alright then, but first, go take a shower so we can head out for some
coffee. There are plenty of famous coffee shops around here." Patcharin
suggested.
"On a holiday like this, those popular places are probably packed. How
about we just have coffee here at the resort? I saw a coffee shop near the
entrance."
"You want to stay here? I rushed over early, hoping we could go somewhere
farther for a nice meal,"
The two had shared coffee and desserts together countless times before, but
that was back when they were just boss and secretary. Patcharin had hoped
to experience a coffee date as a couple during the holiday, which was why
she'd come so early.
Seeing Patcharin's expression, the young woman couldn't help but smile
mischievously. She leaned in slightly, her face and tone mischievous.
"I know. But I wasn't inviting you to shower with me for the sake of
showering. I had something else in mind."
By the time they were finally able to leave to grab something to eat, it was
already late morning. Patcharin had to take another shower, feeling sticky
and disheveled after their 'Intense morning activities.
Having a girlfriend six years younger made Patcharin realize she needed to
work on her stamina. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to keep up with
Viranya, who was full of energy and in her prime.
During their courtship phase, Patcharin had managed to resist and set
boundaries. But now that they were officially girlfriends, she found it
impossible to say no.
Whenever Viranya pleaded or asked cutely, Patcharin couldn't help but give
in. The word 'no' seemed to have completely vanished from her vocabulary.
The two eventually went to a nearby café for coffee, followed by picking up
Baibua and heading to a temple, with Jaruwan, who'd insisted on tagging
along, joined them as well.
They all rode in Patcharin's car, with her volunteering to drive since she
knew the area better.
Their first stop was Sam Phran Temple, a famous landmark known for its
striking pink building encircled by a dragon sculpture reaching toward the
sky.
Patcharin took care of all the expenses for the day, which was something
Viranya was already accustomed to since the other was her secretary.
But when Viranya reminded her that they were now a couple, Patcharin
relented and accepted her help.
And seeing that Viranya was younger, she concluded that Patcharin was the
one taking care of her financially, imagining Patcharin as a "sugar mommy'
to her junior colleague.
Little did she know that Viranya, the youngest daughter of the wealthy
Phichantaweewech family, didn't need anyone to support her. Even without
working, the young woman earned millions annually from her shares in the
family business.
By dusk, the group returned home. Baibua was thoroughly satisfied, having
eaten her fill and spent quality time with her beloved Auntie Gren.
Everyone seemed happy to have spent the day together, including Jaruwan,
who enjoyed the free food and activities. She also felt smug, believing she'd
uncovered the secret of Patcharin and Viranya's relationship. She was fairly
certain they were more than just colleagues.
Patcharin's mother invited Viranya to stay for dinner, and the daughter was
pleased to see how warmly everyone welcomed her partner. Baibua, in
particular, seemed to adore playing with Viranya.
However, Patcharin couldn't help but wonder if their attitudes would change
if they knew the younger woman wasn't just a colleague but her girlfriend.
She especially worried about her father, who still viewed same-sex
relationships as frivolous nonsense.
This New Year's Eve was uniquely special for Viranya. After returning from
Patcharin's home, she spent the night watching the televised countdown on
her phone while talking to her girlfriend.
It was a New Year's Eve that felt extraordinary for both of them, a night that
underscored how special their love was. Falling for each other had been so
effortless, and now they were cherishing every moment together.
Whether their love had blossomed too fast or not, only time would tell.
Both were willing to let time prove the depth and strength of their feelings
for each other.
The following morning, Viranya left for Bangkok in her car, while the
secretary planned to return later in the afternoon with Baibua. They'd driven
separately, so there was no need to leave together.
Viranya would meet Patcharin at her home in Bangkok later that day.
Jaruwan remarked as she helped Patcharin load Baibua's bag into the car. It
was already past one in the afternoon, and it was time for Patcharin to
leave.
"Why would you need to see her? She came alone, so she's leaving alone,"
"I just thought it's a bit wasteful to drive two cars. You two seem close, so I
was surprised you didn't come together. Baibua mentioned that P' Gren has
had meals at your house several times and even stayed over before,"
The girl noted in a calm yet mocking tone, clearly trying to provoke
Patcharin by hinting that she knew their secret.
She said, slamming the trunk shut and turning to face Jaruwan with her
arms crossed.
"But I wonder what would happen if Dad found out what I know."
Patcharin smirked slightly. She realized Jaruwan was trying to use this as
leverage to sell her insurance. It was a despicable tactic.
"I've already bought insurance from you, haven't I? Dad and my mom's
policies are through you."
But Jaruwan wasn't ready to give up. She followed closely behind,
continuing,
"But having more wouldn't hurt, right? Eh, or maybe you want to buy one
for P' Gren? Hmm... maybe I should ask her myself. I do have her contact
info, after all."
Hearing this, Patcharin stopped in her tracks. She turned to glare at Jaruwan
and spoke firmly,
"Stay away from my person, Som-o, if you want to keep things peaceful."
Patcharin wasn't overly concerned about her father finding out about her
relationship with Viranya. What she worried about more was Viranya
herself.
She didn't want her family to meddle or cause unnecessary stress for her
girlfriend, who already had enough on her plate.
"Alright, alright. I won't bother her. No need to get so worked up." Jaruwan
said with a small smile.
Realizing she'd let her temper flare, Patcharin took a deep breath to calm
herself.
"Fine. Send me the details about the child policy on Line. But don't involve
Gren. Understand?"
That night, Viranya stayed over at Patcharin's house again. The two tucked
Baibua into bed together before retreating to Patcharin's room to rest. They
lay on the bed, holding each other close.
The young woman lay on her back with one arm under Patcharin, who was
curled up against her side. Patcharin draped her arm across her girlfriend's
torso as if she were a pillow. They stayed like that for a while until Viranya
broke the silence.
"Is something bothering you today? You seemed a bit tense, P' Patch."
"You noticed?"
"Of course. I don't know what it is, but I can tell you're troubled,"
The younger said in a soothing tone, leaning down to kiss the top of
Patcharin's head.
Patcharin admitted. She didn't feel the need to hide it, as she'd already
shared details about adopting Baibua and her family's financial situation
with Viranya. The younger also knew what her father was like.
Initially, Patcharin hesitated about whether she should share her concerns,
fearing it might burden her boss and girlfriend. But after some thought, she
realized that being in a serious relationship meant sharing family matters
with each other.
When Viranya heard the story, she admired Patcharin even more. She
couldn't imagine the strength and sacrifice it took for one woman to
shoulder such heavy responsibilities.
Patcharin must truly love Baibua deeply. No wonder she'd been so guarded
when Viranya first tried to win her over.
"Did you have a fight with your family?" Viranya asked cautiously.
"By the way, did you give Som-o your contact information?"
"Yes, but only my phone number, just in case we got separated while
visiting the temple."
"I see."
She spoke gently, "I just don't want Som-o bothering you. She's new to the
job and very ambitious. I'm worried she might push you into buying
Despite already having every type of insurance with the highest coverage,
the loaded one was still willing to support her girlfriend's family.
"No, let me handle it. I don't want her to get used to it. But thank you for
listening."
"It's nothing. I'm your partner, after all. Whatever you want to say or vent
about, I'm here to listen. I'm yours, and I'm happy to take care of you in
every way,"
The tall figure said, tightening her embrace. Viranya felt a deep warmth and
comfort lying there, talking and holding each other like this.
"Thank you. But once work starts again, I'll still be your secretary, taking
care of you."
"What is it?"
"Well, after New Year's, I'll have a girlfriend at work! I get to work with my
girlfriend every day. Isn't that amazing?"
"And I thought it was something serious. But remember, our agreement still
stands. We won't let personal matters interfere with work. If we argue or get
upset, we'll have to push through and work together as usual. I don't want
our relationship to affect our jobs. And if possible, I'd prefer to keep it
private. I don't want to answer questions about us."
Dating someone six years younger, who also happened to be her boss, made
her worry about people gossiping that she was taking advantage of her
position.
"P' Grace. She already knows we're dating. I got a little too excited and
texted her about it the other day."
Hearing this, Patcharin's brows furrowed slightly, her face showing clear
concern. How was she going to explain this to Wannisa now?
After the long holiday, it was finally time to return to work. That afternoon,
Viranya had a meeting with the management team to discuss the company's
early-year operational plans.
One of the topics was addressing Worawat's actions in bypassing the sales
department to directly contact the purchasing department at Chanyawech
Hospital without informing her. Viranya criticized him, stating that such
actions could damage the company's credibility.
The issue was brought up for discussion between the sales department and
the executive team, Worawat defended himself, claiming he hadn't intended
to overstep but was merely trying to build a profile and attract new clients.
Within just a few months, he'd managed to secure two major clients.
"Why bother with competition? Everyone should just focus on their own
responsibilities,"
Wannisa interjected from her seat at the head of the table, her arms crossed
and her tone sharp. She tilted her chin slightly as she spoke, clearly
displeased with her half-brother's lack of remorse.
Worawat said, glancing at Viranya, who was seated across from him.
Everyone in the company, including Worawat, knew that holding this
position would pave the way for even greater opportunities in the future.
And he was determined to achieve that.
"Making changes for the better is a good thing. But this position was just
recently reassigned less than a year ago. Changing it again so soon might
confuse employees and partners, raising unnecessary questions,"
"That's why I suggested measuring performance. Let the board and major
shareholders vote. By the end of this quarter, N' Gren's tenure in the
position will have reached a year. If someone else fakes over, no one would
object."
The young man said confidently, having thoroughly researched his case and
feeling assured of his victory,
During the meeting, most of the executives remained silent, waiting to hear
how Wannisa and Viranya would respond.
They viewed this as a power struggle among the siblings and preferred to
observe rather than intervene, as long as the company's interests weren't
compromised.
The room fell silent for a moment until Viranaya raised her hand to speak.
Wannisa interjected, hinting that she didn't want Worawat to gain more
influence in the company. She'd already planned how to handle the situation
and didn't wish for her sister to risk her position.
But Viranya thought differently. She wanted to help her sister by using this
opportunity to diminish Worawat's power. She was positive she could win
over the board and major shareholders. While there was some risk, the
potential reward was worth it.
position where she could shine, Viranya believed she could still contribute
to the company in that role.
"Good. It shows you're not attached to your position. But if you do move,
you'll only move yourself. Everything you're currently handling, including
all deals and your secretary, will be transferred to me," Worawat added.
Viranya murmured, closing her eyes and exhaling deeply. The light Touch
of Patcharin's hands was surprisingly soothing. It'd be even better, the
young woman thought mischievously, if she could feel her touch elsewhere.
"Pardon?"
The tall figure adjusted her own position and gently pulled Patcharin closer.
Seeing that Viranya was stressed, Patcharin moved to sit on her lap, leaning
her body against Viranya's.
She let the boss wrap her arms tightly around her, burying her nose into the
woman's fragrant hair. The scent seemed to miraculously ease Viranya's
tension.
She finally said, her hand gently stroking Viranya's arm to show her care
and support-not as a secretary, but as a partner.
"Thank you,"
Viranya exhaled softly. Her chest, where Patcharin rested, rose and fell
slightly. Deep down, she couldn't deny her fear. This was a critical matter
with high stakes. If she failed, everything she'd worked so hard for could be
lost.
"I don't want to lose-not just my position, but also because I don't want you
to be anyone else's secretary."
That day, Viranya called Lalita to arrange a meeting. She told her there was
something she needed help with-not just the upcoming medical equipment
auction but also some information she believed Lalita could obtain.
Several days later, in the evening after work, Viranya met Lalita for dinner.
Traffic was heavy, but they managed to meet at a Spanish restaurant in a
luxury hotel in the heart of the city.
The food was delicious, the atmosphere pleasant, and the place wasn't
crowded-perfect for discussing crucial matters.
Viranya had already informed Patcharin about the meeting, confident that
she wouldn't overthink it. Since they'd become girlfriends, they'd cleared up
any misunderstandings. Viranya was Transparent, and she trusted that Lalita
was as well.
After ordering their food and a bottle of Spanish red wine, the two sipped
their wine lightly.
"I'm surprised you called me for help. You never reach out, not even once in
a blue moon."
Viranya replied, swirling the wine in her glass. She didn't want to drink too
much, preferring to get straight to business.
"I'm happy to help. But what do you need the information for?"
Viranya said, her amber eyes fixed on Lalita, who was elegantly sipping her
wine.
"Let's get to the point. Do you know of any interesting deais coming up?"
Lalita quirked an eyebrow, setting her wine glass, now marked with red
lipstick, gently on the table.
"Doesn't your company have its own sources? Why come to me?"
If she knew something, chances were he did, too. That's why she turned to
Lalita, a buyer and heir to a renowned private hospital, hoping for better
insights.
"I do have some good information, but you'll have to give me something in
return."
"Deal,"
"Yes, it's a new model recently developed. It's designed for ENT and spinal
surgeries. The manufacturer is currently looking for dealers in Asia."
However, its reputation in the medical field had grown significantly after
the successful development of the Mediniring Arm a few years ago.
"Correct, but they're known for being difficult to deal with. Even their
previous medication dispensing machine was hard to acquire. My father's
hospital tried to contact them years ago, but didn't get a response. But now,
I have a better idea of how to secure a deal."
If a hospital of that caliber couldn't secure a deal, it was likely even harder
for other companies or hospitals. This meant that if Viranya could pull it
off, Phichan Health would be the sole distributor in Thailand and possibly
Asia-a truly valuable opportunity.
"What makes this surgical robot arm so special? Why are major hospitals so
interested?"
"Because its precision surpasses that of human surgeons. It's the only one in
the world certified by the WMA to actually deliver on its promises."
It was a deal worth pursuing. The challenge was figuring out how to
convince the manufacturer to sign a contract. Even though Lalita claimed to
know the way, it still seemed like a daunting task.
Viranya pondered the possibilities for a moment. She had more questions to
ask, but her phone suddenly rang. It was a call from Wannisa's secretary-a
rare occurrence outside of work hours, suggesting something urgent.
Viranya said to Lalita. After answering, her eyes widened and trembled, and
her voice and expression turned anxious.
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Viranya arrived at the hospital shortly after. Upon entering, she found
Chentawee and Secretary Ekachal waiting outside the emergency room.
Initially, she only knew that Wannisa had suffered a severe allergic reaction.
Earlier that evening, her sister had taken a muscle relaxant for neck pain,
unaware that she was allergic to it.
"I've already informed her family in Hong Kong. It seems Wanlin is also on
her way to Thailand. She must be very worried about her mother,"
Wanlin, Wannisa's only daughter, lived in Hong Kong. His expression and
demeanor showed how shaken and worried he was for her sister.
The man replied with a sigh, meeting Viranya's gaze with a guilty look.
"Grace had been complaining about aches since returning from Hong Kong.
I'm sorry I didn't take better care of her and let her take the wrong
medication."
"Exactly. You're the one who brought Ms. Grace to the hospital, sir. Without
you, things could've been much worse,"
"The doctor hasn't come out yet. I rushed here as soon as I heard. I also
called Chanwit to inform him that he might need to step in temporarily."
"The company is already dealing with internal conflicts. If Grace has to stay
in the hospital for several days, things might get even more chaotic,"
Ekachai added.
As they stood discussing outside the emergency room, Lalita, who'd arrived
at the hospital with Viranya, joined them.
"Gren, I've arranged a private room for her," Lalita said sweetly as she
approached.
"P' Chen, P' Ek, this is Eve, my friend and the owner of this hospital."
"Actually, I'm just the daughter of the owner. Don't worry, though. Our
doctors are excellent. I guarantee she'll be in the best hands."
Not a minute later, a male doctor emerged from the emergency room,
accompanied by two nurses. He appeared to be Wannisa's attending
physician. Everyone quickly approached him for answers.
The doctor explained that Wannisa was out of critical condition. She'd
experienced bronchial constriction and soft tissue swelling due to an
allergic reaction to a substance in the medication she'd taken.
She'd been treated with bronchodilators and antihistamines. For now, she
needed to be monitored in the emergency room for another three hours. If
there were no further complications, she could be moved to a private room.
"Visitation isn't allowed yet, but I don't think there's anything serious to
worry about. In three hours, you'll be able to see her,"
Hearing this, everyone felt relieved. Ekachai excused himself to handle the
arrangements for the private room, assisted by staff whom Lalita had
instructed to provide the best care.
Now, only Viranya remained waiting outside the emergency room. Lalita
had stepped aside to speak with the young doctor in another corner.
Shortly after, Patcharin arrived at the hospital. Her eyes flickered slightly
upon seeing Lalita there, even though she knew the hospital belonged to
Lalita's family.
Still, she felt a pang in her chest. However, she was much calmer than
before, trusting in the love Viranya had for her.
Viranya asked in return. Patcharin explained that she'd left Baibua with
Pakorn temporarily. Hearing this, Viranya felt relieved. In the past, she
mightn't have felt this way, but now that she knew the truth, she felt more at
ease.
"You didn't have to go through the trouble of coming here, P' Patch."
"How could I not? Ms. Grace is your sister and someone I know as well. Of
course, I had to come,"
Patcharin replied. Another reason was her desire to be there for Viranya,
worried that she might overthink and spiral, knowing how much she loved
her half-sister.
"Gren, why don't you take a break? You haven't eaten anything either, have
you?"
Lalita suggested. Both of them had only managed to grab a few bites of
bread before rushing to the hospital upon hearing the news.
"Suit yourself,"
She spoke while linking arms with the man beside her, openly displaying
their relationship.
The doctor introduced himself with a smile. He was aware of Viranya's past
with Lalita but didn't mind, as the two had been distant for a long time.
"It's been about a year, I think. We haven't told anyone yet. We were
planning to announce it after the wedding,"
"What about you, Gren? Aren't you going to introduce her to me?"
Following her friend's gaze, Viranya looked at Patcharin and smiled shyly.
She recalled the way Patcharin often looked at her and how Viranya's
demeanor had changed entirely when she was with her secretary.
Lalita said with a smile, which Patcharin returned warmly. It felt as though
both had unlocked something in their hearts, recognizing the goodwill they
shared for Viranya.
For Lalita, even though she was no longer in a romantic relationship with
Viranya and had found someone new, the closeness they once shared
"Yeah, but we hardly see each other. Work keeps us so busy that even
finding time for a meal together is tough,"
"Why don't we all go out for a meal together? It'll be a chance to get to
know each other better."
The next morning, Viranya arrived at work early. She looked stressed and
didn't bother dressing up, opting for a simple navy women's business suit
with long sleeves, matching trousers, and high heels.
Last night, Wannisa hadn't been feeling well. She'd vomited throughout the
night, a side effect that wasn't life-threatening but still unsettling.
The atmosphere at the company that morning was particularly tense. News
had spread that the deputy executive would temporarily take over for the
week, making everyone aware of Wannisa's hospitalization.
The challenges ahead included not only managing false rumors that could
disrupt the company but also dealing with those who might exploit the
absence of a key leader to create internal chaos.
"How's P' Grace? Is it severe enough for her to take time off work?"
The deep, smooth voice of a man asked softly as he waited for the elevator
on the ground floor. By some unfortunate coincidence, Viranya ran into
Worawat at the elevator. Already in a foul mood, she felt even more
disgusted by his feigned concern for her sister.
The two stood waiting for the elevator in the hallway, surrounded by a
dozen employees.
Worawat replied in a flat tone. One glance was enough to see he didn't
mean it.
"No need to worry. P' Grace is fine now, just needs some rest."
"Is that so? What a shame she ended up in the hospital during such a busy
time at the start of the year."
"No need to feel sorry. The system here will run as usual-unless someone
decides to stir up trouble."
"True,"
Worawat replied curtly. Just then, an elevator arrived on the ground floor.
As someone older, he had the privilege to use it first. Before stepping in, he
turned back to say something that made Viranya's blood boil.
"What a pity she's only in the hospital. She should've ended up in a wooden
coffin instead."
"What? Don't you know? People with severe allergic reactions often end up
dead,"
Viranya grabbed his shirt and pulled him close, raising her fist. Her slender
hand landed a hard punch on his mouth, right in front of the employees in
the area.
Patcharin quickly intervened, pulling her boss away. A few ether employees
rushed in to separate the two. Viranya nearly stumbled from the force she'd
put into the punch.
Worawat didn't retaliate. Instead, he wiped the blood trickling from his lip
and smirked in satisfaction before being escorted into the elevator with his
team.
"How dare you say something like that when my sister is in the hospital!"
Viranya yelled after him, her eyes red with fury, glaring at him as if she
wanted to tear him apart. Her fists remained clenched even as the elevator
doors closed, with Patcharin and another employee holding her back.
The news of the altercation spread quickly. Viranya returned to her office,
fuming. Her hand was scraped from hitting Worawat's teeth, but Patcharin
tended to her wound, which helped calm her down.
Looking at the sweet face of the woman she loved eased her anger. Once
the wound was treated, Ekachal arrived at her office with the company's
legal team.
Viranya was summoned to the police station to face charges. Worawat had
filed a complaint against her for assault, resulting in a fine.
The fine wasn't the issue. The problem was that Worawat was trying to
blow the incident out of proportion. The news of her punching him had
caused a stir, damaging her reputation.
He seemed satisfied with the humiliation he'd caused her, using the incident
to accuse her of lacking emotional maturity and filing a formal complaint
with the board of directors. With Wannisa unavailable to back her up, the
situation escalated.
"Ms. Gren, you'll need to take a leave of absence. Some members of the
board feel this incident reflects poorly on the company's image,"
Ekachai informed her after resolving the legal matter and discussing
Worawat's complaint. He could see that Worawat wanted to use this as
grounds to remove Viranya from her position.
"I understand what's happening, but please don't let P' Grace find out about
this,"
Viranya said, accepting the situation. She admitted she'd been too
impulsive, knowing full well that Worawat had provoked her on purpose,
yet she'd fallen for it.
"Understood," Ekachai replied with a sigh. "But the issue now is that you'll
need to find a way to secure deals to compete with Mr. Game. In the
meantime, someone else will have to step in temporarily, like Ms. Patch."
The suspension meant Viranya couldn't carry out her duties, and the deals
she'd planned would have to be put on hold.
"I've also heard that Mr. Game is trying to secure import deals with
companies in Europe and Singapore," Ekachai added.
Hearing about Europe, Viranya perked up. "Is it with Mediniring GmbH in
Germany?"
"I'm not sure about the company name, but it's likely a deal for importing a
new CT scan machine. Are you interested in Mediniring GmbH?"
Upon learning that the deal wasn't related to the equipment she had her eye
on, Viranya felt a bit relieved.
"Yes, I'm interested in their new surgical robotic arm," she replied.
"You're quick to catch wind of things, Ms. Gren. I only heard about that
robotic arm a few days ago. It seems many hospitals are interested, but the
company is tough to negotiate with. No one, not even Mr. Game, has
managed to secure a deal yet," Ekachai explained.
Viranya listened intently, her mind racing. The more challenging it seemed,
the more determined she became. However, she knew she couldn't handle it
alone and would need to find another way.
Ekachai concluded, echoing information Lalita had shared with her days
earlier.
Several days later, in the cozy living room of a two-story house, Baibua was
playing with a set of building blocks she'd received on Christmas Eve at the
coffee table in front of the TV.
Patcharin and Viranya sat side by side on the sofa, discussing Viranya's
temporary stay at the house. She'd officially been suspended three days ago.
Patcharin said while watching the evening news. She'd invited Viranya to
watch it with her while waiting to put Baibua to bed at 8. PM.
She'd decided to stay here, thinking that since she'd be off work for at least
a month, she might as well make the most of it.
Spending every night cuddling with her girlfriend was the best way to
relieve her stress. Being with Patcharin and Baibua had significantly
lightened her mood.
Her doctor had mentioned that she was fortunate to have only mild
symptoms, as severe allergic reactions had been fatal for others. Wannisa
would need at least another week of rest.
Hearing this, Viranya felt a sense of relief. She was sure that once her sister
recovered, she'd scold her endlessly for punching Worawat and getting
"And how about you? How's work going? Are you managing okay?"
Viranya asked Patcharin.
Even though Viranya was suspended, Patcharin still found ways to involve
her in decision-making. She even brought work home for her, such as sales
plans from the team that required her input.
While the company's operations weren't too concerning, the delayed deals
and the upcoming annual procurement auction for Chanyawech Hospital
were still pressing issues.
"Hearing that makes me feel better. I know you'll represent me well. Just
make sure to give it your all during the hospital's procurement
presentation," Viranya encouraged.
Patcharin was as capable as any department head. Since learning about her
impending suspension, Viranya had been preparing contingencies.
As they chatted, Baibua proudly brought over her completed building block
creation to show them.
She spoke with a bright smile, though Patcharin could tell that behind that
cheerful expression, Viranya was deep in thought. Patcharin wished she
could do more to help, to lighten the burden on the woman she loved in any
way she could.
A few days later, the bidding process with Chanyawech Hospital was
successfully completed. However, troubling news came from Worawat's
side.
It seemed he was also interested in the robotic arm from Mediniring GmbH.
Ekachai brought this information to Patcharin, who was acting on Viranya's
behalf.
"Yes, Mr. Game has proposed a joint contract with a major medical
equipment importer from Singapore to bid for the robotic arm. While this
could still benefit our company, if he secures the deal, it might make things
much harder for Ms. Gren,"
Fortunately, Wannisa had two secretaries, and the other, a female secretary,
was taking care of her at the hospital.
"You're welcome,"
"To be honest, I'm not a fan of Mr. Game's work style. I admit he's talented
and works quickly, but he can be selfish at times, disregarding his team. The
information I've gathered comes from people who joined his side but later
withdrew."
Worawat was ambitious and had always achieved success on his own. He
was undeniably brilliant, but he had significant flaws, especially in
leadership.
"That said, Mr. Game is quick at finding clients and dealers," Ekachai
added.
Viranya's decision to compete had likely played right into his plans.
"That's true. But in the end, the board of directors will have the final say.
Position changes take time, and we might find a way to help Ms. Gren
before then."
Several days passed in the quiet two-story house. Viranya spent her free
time researching Mediniring GmbH relentlessly. She refused to give up,
leveraging every connection she had and preparing to secure clients and
other deals.
She enlisted the help of the sales and marketing team leaders she was close
to, knowing she'd only have two weeks to make an impact once she
returned to work before the board voted.
Yesterday, she'd visited Wannisa after not seeing her for two days. She'd
been visiting so frequently before that Wannisa began to question why she
had so much free time.
Every time she visited, she found Chentawee there as well. Seeing her sister
being cared for so attentively by her beloved eased Viranya's mind. It
reminded her of something Wannisa had once said about needing someone
to rely on in old age.
Now, Viranya understood. Her sister had Chentawee, and she had Patcharin.
If she ever fell ill, she was confident Patcharin would take excellent care of
her.
During her suspension, the only household chore Viranya managed was
doing the laundry, which was as simple as tossing clothes into the washing
machine, pressing a button, and hanging them to dry.
For cleaning and other tasks, she hired a daily housekeeper, knowing she
wasn't skilled at such things. This also helped reduce Patcharin's workload
while she was covering for Viranya at the office.
There were rumors in the department about how surprised everyone was at
how flawlessly Patcharin was handling her boss's responsibilities. Viranya
felt proud of her, but was slightly annoyed by comments that Patcharin was
better at certain tasks.
Still, she had to admit that the older woman was exceptionally capable, far
beyond what one would expect from a secretary. She felt lucky to have her
as both her secretary and her lover.
Afterward, she'd take her out for meals or to the mall, treating her to ice
cream and other treats. Some days, she'd buy ingredients to prepare meals,
embracing her role as a homemaker.
She'd even cooked for her girlfriend and her girlfriend's adopted daughter,
earning their praise and encouragement to cook more often something she'd
never considered doing before.
"Next time, if you want to help with the laundry, you don't have to wash my
underwear."
Patcharin's soft voice broke the silence as she put away the clothes Viranya
had washed. They'd already finished dinner and put Baibua to bed.
With some time left in the evening, Patcharin continued her daily routine of
tidying up, though having Viranya around had lightened her load
significantly.
"Why not? I don't mind. You've washed mine before, even when we weren't
dating."
Patcharin said with a sheepish smile, holding up one of her lace bras. Its
shape was slightly distorted. All her bras were high-end, costing no less
than five thousand baht each.
While Viranya knew to use a mesh laundry bag, she hadn't reshaped them
before drying or avoiding direct sunlight, leaving the padding misshapen.
Seeing this, Patcharin felt like crying.
The rookie homemaker admitted, her tone apologetic. She rarely did her
own laundry at her condo unless absolutely necessary, so she hadn't realized
how delicate bras needed to be handled. Knowing how to use a mesh bag
was already an achievement for her.
"I'll buy you new ones, and I'll help you pick them out."
"That's okay. They're still usable. I just want to take good care of them,"
Patcharin replied cautiously, fearing that if Viranya chose her bras, she'd
end up with nothing but provocative lingerie-like the sheer nightgown
Viranya had enthusiastically bought her before.
"Alright, I'll be more careful next time. By the way, are you tired today?"
Viranya trailed off, her voice turning playful as she wrapped her arms
around Patcharin's waist like a child begging for candy. And in this case, her
favorite treat was none other than Patcharin herself.
"No,"
Patcharin immediately cut her off, not even waiting to hear what she had to
say.
Patcharin replied, turning to face her. She draped her arms around Viranya's
neck, meeting her gaze with a sweet smile.
"That tone of yours only means one thing. But I have a meeting at the
department tomorrow afternoon, and I need to prepare the documents in the
morning. I don't want to stay up late."
"What if I said I was going to offer you a massage? Would you believe
me?"
That night, Viranya did give her girlfriend a massage as promised. She
focused on Patcharin's back and neck with care and affection, easing the
tension in her muscles.
But after the first ten minutes of relaxation, the mood shifted. Her hands,
once massaging, began to caress, igniting a spark between them.
What started as a soothing touch turned into something far more intimate.
Passionate kisses fueled the fire, and within moments, the nightgown that
had been neatly worn was now on the floor.
All that remained were their bare bodies and the scorching desire in
Viranya's eyes, reflecting the overwhelming emotions of the moment.
Under the moonlight, their lust deepened, pulling them into an ocean of
passion, where they clung to each other, lost in the heat of the night.
The two were drenched in bliss, carried away by the waves of desire until
they were swept ashore into a shared dream.
Several minutes later, after the storm of carnal yearning had calmed,
Patcharin said softly as she lay on her side, resting her head on Viranya's
shoulder. Their bare bodies remained close, still slightly tired and sticky
from their earlier intimacy,
"Go ahead,"
Viranya replied gently, tightening her embrace. Unless they were too
exhausted to stay awake, it was their habit to talk after making love. It was
a way to comfort and strengthen their bond, something Viranya cherished
deeply.
"When you said you didn't want me to be anyone else's secretary, how
serious were you?"
Patcharin asked in a quiet voice, glancing into the other woman's eyes.
"If I weren't your secretary, would you still be able to do your job?"
"Why? Are you thinking about staying home and letting me take care of
you?"
Viranya inquired with a small smile, trying to lighten the mood despite
knowing how tense the topic was.
"Of course, I could manage. But I still don't want you to be anyone else's
secretary, especially not P' Game's."
"I don't wish to go anywhere either. But what if you lose the upcoming
challenge?"
Viranya said, her voice becoming softer, which only deepened the other's
concern.
"I know you don't want to lose, but determination alone isn't enough."
She knew it'd be difficult, as it seemed like everything was working against
her at the moment. Nonetheless, she refused to give up. If there was a
promising opportunity worth taking a risk for, she was ready to seize it.
Patcharin said, pulling back slightly to look Viranya in the eyes, her tone
serious.
"I have a suggestion I'd like you to consider. It might help you win this
challenge."
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A week had passed, and Wannisa returned to work as usual. As expected,
she scolded her younger sister about being suspended, going on for several
minutes.
She also scolded her two secretaries for keeping quiet and not reporting the
matter to her. It wasn't until over two weeks later that she discovered the
situation on her own.
If she'd known earlier, she might've been able to speak with the executive
board to reduce the suspension period. Fortunately, the sales department's
operations had gone smoothly in her absence.
Wannisa understood that everyone kept it from her out of concern, but she
couldn't help feeling frustrated. She was particularly worried about Viranya,
who'd unnecessarily accepted a challenging deal, Being suspended like this
would only make her work harder.
She also felt more considerate toward the company's housekeeping staff,
now understanding how exhausting cleaning work could be. Her newfound
attentiveness bewildered many in her department.
Viranya had only a few weeks left to prove herself. The decision to consider
a position change was known only to the executive board and department
managers, leaving many employees curious about the sudden surge in major
deals during the first two months of the year.
Worawat's behavior also raised eyebrows, as he acted like he was part of the
sales team despite not being officially assigned there. This wasn't the first
time such behavior had occurred.
As Wannisa had once said, this company valued results. Those who
performed well earned recognition. This time was no different. Wannisa
could only cheer Viranya on from the sidelines.
A week before the vote to decide the sales department manager position,
rumors circulated that Mediniring GmbH had finalized a deal to import a
new model of surgical robotic arms.
The news caused a stir in the healthcare business sector, as it was reported
that the company securing the deal was based in Southeast Asia.
While the details remained unclear, the rumors unsettled many, especially
Viranya, who suddenly took several days off work.
On the day of the vote, the entire executive board gathered for the meeting,
joined by department managers as observers.
Worawat's team presented first. He arrived with five team members, all of
whom shared his work style and personality. They were also top performers
known for their efficiency.
Viranya's team, on the other hand, consisted of just Patcharin, the head of
the sales department, and one marketing staff member, making a total of
four. However, Viranya herself had yet to arrive, even though the vote was
about to begin in just a few minutes.
Those involved in the vote gradually filled the meeting room, where a large
table stood in the center and a big projector screen was mounted on one
side.
Both teams were required to present their achievements to the board. The
presentations could influence the vote; if the results were evenly matched,
the decision might come down to personal impressions.
If Viranya didn't arrive in time, Patcharin might have to step in and present
on her behalf.
"Is Gren still not here? Or is she too scared to show up?"
"Ms. Gren had some urgent matters to attend to, but she informed us that
she's almost here,"
Today, she looked more stunning than usual, with her curled hair and a
cherry-red designer dress that boosted her confidence. It was an important
day, and she'd prepared accordingly.
"But if Ms. Gren doesn't make it in time, I'll present her achievements
myself," she added.
As the meeting began, the atmosphere shifted, becoming tense and serious
as always. This session also included a summary of the year's early sales
reports, outlining the company's direction.
When Worawat started his presentation, Wannisa couldn't sit still. His
achievements were far more impressive than she'd anticipated. She
regretted that he was on the opposing side; otherwise, he could've been a
key asset in driving the company's growth.
"As I mentioned, I'm vying for the position of department manager. With
my skills, I can greatly benefit the company, particularly in enhancing the
sales team's efficiency and expanding the customer base to boost revenue.
I'm committed to leading the company to greater heights and hope the
executives and board members will give me this opportunity,"
Worawat concluded, locking eyes with Wannisa at the head of the table, his
gaze filled with challenge.
In just two months, he'd secured two major deals: a new CT scanner from a
Dutch company and a long-term collaboration proposal with a Singaporean
firm.
After Worawat's presentation, Patcharin took the stage. Just as she began,
Viranya arrived at the meeting room, barely on time.
She apologized, explaining that urgent matters had delayed her. However,
despite her apology, many viewed her fardiness negatively, questioning her
professionalism on such an important day.
But as soon as she began presenting her achievements, all thoughts of her
lateness vanished.
The reason for her delay was her trip to finalize a contract with
representatives from Mediniring GmbH in Germany for the import of the
Mediniring Arm, the latest surgical robotic arm model.
This confirmed the rumors that a Thai company had successfully secured a
deal with Mediniring GmbH, and that company was Phichan Health. The
person who closed the deal was none other than Viranya.
"The contract was finalized just this morning. I sincerely apologize for
being late, but rescheduling the signing wasn't an option. Securing this deal
was no easy feat. From now on, we won't just be the exclusive importer of
this product in Thailand; we'll also be Mediniring GmbH's sole partner in
Asia,"
The talented manager had flown back from Germany with the legal team
that morning, keeping the deal a secret. Only Wannisa had known about it.
She'd authorized Viranya to finalize the contract, which explained why she
hadn't intervened more than she had. If she hadn't known about this, there
was no way she would've let her sister lose her position so easily.
She wouldn't have allowed her succession plans to crumble without a fight.
After the presentations concluded, there was a ten-minute break before the
vote. When the results were announced, Viranya won by a landslide.
years.
Worawat's voice broke the silence. He'd been waiting to intercept Viranya
after the vote. By then, everyone else had returned to work, but he lingered,
seemingly wanting to talk.
Seeing that he had something on his mind, Viranya told her secretary to go
ahead without her. She then turned to her brother.
"Of course I am. The company I brought in also pitched a deal. Why did
they choose you?"
"I see. So your connections must be something special. I'll have to be more
cautious,"
He said with a sigh. He hadn't waited to pick a fight but to congratulate her,
though he couldn't bring himself to say it outright, even in defeat.
Viranya felt wary after the month-long pressure, but she had to thank her
brother for pushing her to do things she'd never tried before, like
negotiating a contract with a demanding dealer such as Mediniring GmbH.
"You probably won't have to. I won't be coming after you again for a long
time. But don't let your guard down,"
He said, giving her a smile that was both congratulatory and a little
threatening.
"Of course not. I never let my guard down, especially when it comes to
work."
"I'll be watching."
With that, the two of them turned in opposite directions and walked away
from each other. But after three steps, Worawat turned back, as if he'd just
remembered something.
"Oh, hey-sorry about that day. I shouldn't have said that about P' Grace,"
"Already did,"
Her brother said, giving a small, reluctant smile, but he really had
apologized just like he said.
Hearing that, Viranya looked skeptical, but then realized he had no reason
to lie, so she replied.
"Yeah,"
Worawat answered shortly, raising his eyebrows at her once before turning
away, hands in his pockets, and walking off again.
Viranya watched his back with a thoughtful look. In truth, he was a talented
person. If it weren't for their clashing personalities, he could've been a big
brother she respected and loved just like Wannisa.
Viranya muttered to herself, shaking her head and letting out a faint smile.
Then she headed to the elevator near her office.
The manager hurried back to her office, planning to ask her secretary for a
kiss to celebrate her victory in the challenge.
As soon as she saw Patcharin at the desk outside her office, she didn't waste
any time-she grabbed the woman's hand and pulled her straight into the
office.
When they opened the door to the office, where Viranya intended to kiss her
girlfriend, she was even more dumbfounded when suddenly the voices of a
dozen people rang out at once.
"Congratulations!"
The voices of nearly ten sales and marketing staff called out. They'd
gathered to congratulate Viranya. It seemed the challenge with Worawat
was no longer just an executive secret-no matter how much they tried to
hide it, the staff's curiosity couldn't be contained.
"What's all this for? I just passed the presentation, that's all,"
One employee said. She was the head of the marketing team, someone
Viranya often worked with.
"That's right!"
The other employees chimed in, making Viranya tear up with joy. She
couldn't help but feel deeply touched.
"Well, I only made it through because of all of you. So, to celebrate, let's all
go out for dinner tonight-both departments. It's on me."
That evening, the manager took both departments out for dinner-almost
thirty people in total. The restaurant had a private room and karaoke.
Everyone ate, drank, and had a great time, especially since it was Friday
night.
Viranya returned to her condo with Patcharin at ten. Tonight, Patcharin was
staying over, knowing the party would run late, so she'd asked Pakorn to
watch Baibua for the night.
"It's so great that everything turned out well. Now your work should go
smoothly without any more problems."
Patcharin began with a smile, her cheeks flushed. The two of them sat
together on the thick sofa in the living room, chatting while they waited for
their full stomachs to settle before taking a shower together.
Viranya replied, her own face red even as she bearmed. Then she looked
sad.
"Don't look like that. Today was a really good day. You made it through
something tough, and there are so many people happy for you. You've
gotten so much better-things you struggled with at first, now you can do
them without my help."
"What do you mean, without your help? I only got through this because of
you."
Viranya had landed the deal with Mediniring GmbH thanks to Patcharin's
full support.
The older woman had reached out to a senior who was the trusted secretary
of the Boonnub-a-nan family about the secret deal Viranya proposed-just
like Worawat had done.
But the young woman had an advantage, since she had both Chanyawech
Hospital and the Boonnub-a-nan family's companies as partners.
She was also lucky that the eldest daughter of the family was close to one of
Mediniring GmbH's executives.
They used their connections to make an offer until the German side agreed.
Patcharin had researched everything thoroughly.
Besides the mutually beneficial deal, there was also an agreement for
Patcharin to return to work with them-this time as a secretary and mentor
for the family's youngest daughter.
They still wanted Patcharin to work for them, not just because she was good
at her job, but because she supposedly brought luck and prosperity to the
family-a rare trait that gave her an unmatched advantage.
"But I don't want to change secretary. Aren't you worried I'll fall for
someone else, like my new secretary, just like I fell for you?"
"You could,"
Viranya answered, pulling Patcharin onto her lap, running her hands along
the woman's thighs and hips with clear intent.
Patcharin reminded her, knowing exactly what Viranya wanted. It'd been a
long time since they'd been intimate while tipsy, and this condo was well
soundproofed.
With that, Viranya pressed her face into Patcharin's neck, the scent of
perfume mixed with a hint of alcohol making her dizzy with desire.
Her nose nuzzled, her hands roamed over Patcharin's curves. Both were
wearing button-up shirts, making it easy to undress. Soon, the buttons were
undone with ease.
Viranya said before playing with Patcharin's warm bosom, and Patcharin
didn't resist. She just wrapped her arms around Viranya's neck and arched
her back. The alcohol didn't make her feel as hot as this did.
The older woman was a little concerned about cleanliness, and her
girlfriend wasn't usually careless either. Usually, if they were going to be
intimate, they'd be in a better state.
Viranya said with a smirk. Then she stopped nuzzling and picked Patcharin
up in her arms. It was a bit clumsy, but she managed to lift her up, intending
to carry her to the bedroom.
"Wait a second,"
Patcharin protested. She wasn't exactly light-how could Viranya treat her
like a doll? Why did she get so strong when she was tipsy?
"Worth it."
In just a moment, Patcharin's body was laid down on the bed. She was left
wearing only her underwear and a skirt. Soon, even the skirt was removed,
leaving her in just her panties, which were starting to get damp.
Viranya walked over to the wardrobe, opened a drawer, and took out
something. It looked like a pair of underwear, but it had adjustable leather
straps and a long, sleek black silicone rod attached. One glance was enough
to know exactly what it was for.
Patcharin swallowed hard. The size didn't look too big, and the material and
surface seemed clean and safe.
It didn't take long for the device Viranya had brought out to be put on by
herself. Patcharin wondered when she'd bought it, until the younger
explained she'd just gotten it during her business trip to Germany.
Viranya elaborated as she slowly fitted the black shaft in place. Both she
and Patcharin were naked; they barely needed any more foreplay, as their
bodies were already slick with desire.
Once the device was in, their breathing grew heavier, turning into soft,
breathy moans.
Viranya gasped, her face trembling with pleasure, so much so that Patcharin
couldn't look away. The secretary knew what to do next-she lay flat and
spread her legs a little, completely unashamed, thanks to the alcohol,
opening herself up willingly.
Viranya straddled her, then pressed the tip, already slick, to Patcharin's
entrance and slid in gently but deeply, drawing out a soft, wavering moan.
As Viranya started moving, the sounds of elation grew stronger-not just
from Patcharin, but also from Viranya.
The tall figure asked in a husky voice, sensing how connected they were.
The long shaft joined them deeply, and both their eyes were glazed, faces
flushed.
Viranya could tell Patcharin was feeling it even more, since the end inside
her was longer than the one inside herself.
Patcharin replied, biting her lower lip. After the initial discomfort,
Patcharin, who took in the longer part, soon felt only pleasure. The pleasure
was perfectly shared, and both women stared at each other's alluring faces.
Viranya lay on top, locking eyes and alternating between quickening her
rhythm and kissing Patcharin passionately. She thrust with overflowing
affection, and Patcharin moved her hips to meet her every time.
They both nearly went crazy as they reached the peak of pleasure, which
lasted for minutes before exploding, beautiful as fireworks at a celebration-
fiery, Intense, and soaking wet. And it was clear it wouldn't end with just
one round.
Two months later, there were a few changes at the company. The biggest
news was that Patcharin abruptly resigned. She had to return to work for the
Boonnub-a-nan family as part of the agreement for the deal to import robot
technology from Germany.
"The new furniture you ordered for the house has been installed, ma'am. If
you want to check it out this afternoon, you can go before we head to the
customer meeting. It's on the way, so it won't take much extra time,"
Cherngchai was gay, but it was hard to tell just by looking at him. He was a
lot like Viranya, who always dressed up for work. He was a secretary who
understood her well, just like Patcharin had.
"That sounds good. But are you sure I don't have any other work at the
office today?"
She had to admit he was really efficient at his job. Viranya had just ordered
dozens of new furniture pieces to be installed at Patcharin's house.
After moving in together so they could see each other every day, even
though Patcharin had changed jobs, Viranya also offered to finish paying
off the house loan, helping to reduce their debt burden.
On top of that, Viranya helped find a school for Baibua. The little one was
about to start elementary school, and Viranya knew a few good bilingual
schools in Bangkok that weren't too expensive.
As long as Baibua passed the interview, she could get in, which wasn't a
problem for the talkative, charming child.
So Baibua got a spot at a school in Bangkok, close to home, and didn't have
to move to Nakhon Pathom and be separated from her mom and Viranya.
The young woman also made sure Baibua had a nanny and her own school
shuttle.
The mother was so grateful that she was speechless. She wanted to thank
whatever fate had brought Viranya into her life. The young woman was so
kind to her and Baibua.
She claimed Patcharin's old car would be too old by the time she finished
paying it off, so she bought this one for nearly ten million baht.
She had Cherngchai handle selling the old car and put all the money into
Baibua's account, keeping it as the little girl's asset, just as she'd always
planned.
So many good things had happened in Patcharin's life since she met
Viranya. Maybe it was karma for loving and caring for her sister's daughter
so sincerely.
Or perhaps it was just the result of working hard and doing her best. Her
new job was still a lot like being a secretary, just with more of a mentor's
role mixed in.
The talented former secretary had become an assistant and trainer for the
Boonnub-a-nan family's youngest granddaughter, who was known for being
stubborn and rebellious. That girl was none other than Maythira.
When they first met, both were shocked. Once they learned the truth, it
made sense why Maythira had gotten an internship at Phichan Health and
used a fake name to sneak in.
At first, the girl was pleased to be like a boss over her older colleague,
Patcharin. But her mother gave Patcharin full authority, making Maythira
learn management seriously.
The girl almost cried since Patcharin was so strict and serious. She wasn't
just good at her job-she could keep Maythira in line like a school
disciplinarian.
Time passed into April. Lately, Viranya had been bringing work home to
finish everything before the Songkran holiday. The work involved sales
figures and product statistics that required a lot of attention to detail.
She stayed up late every night, not daring to do anything more with her
girlfriend than hug and kiss her, saving all her desire for the long holiday a
week away.
When that time came, she planned not to let Patcharin get any sleep at all.
In their warm two-story house, the air was filled with the smell of food.
That morning, Patcharin made an American breakfast for Viranya before
she went to work.
Patcharin didn't have to rush off to work anymore, since there was a nanny
to take care of Baibua and a housekeeper to help with chores. Still, she
always made sure to cook for her daughter and her partner.
"Oh, right-P' Patch, about Songkran. You said you'd go home to Nakhon
Pathom,"
Viranya said, hugging her girlfriend from behind. Living together with
Patcharin filled an emptiness in her heart.
She wanted to get to know Patcharin's family better, maybe even introduce
herself officially, so her girlfriend's parents would know she could take care
of her.
Viranya had already decided that if they made it to a full year together,
she'd propose and register their marriage legally.
"Of course. I want to get to know your family better-go meet my future in-
laws," she said enthusiastically.
Viranya corrected. Even though they often switched roles, she still preferred
being the 'husband'.
"But if I can't yet, I'll just go as your junior from work for now."
Her father probably wouldn't be happy to learn she was dating a woman,
but Patcharin decided to be honest about the issue so Viranya would
understand.
Knowing this, she started thinking of ways to strengthen the bond between
their families, planning to use the upcoming Songkran festival to her
advantage.
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The car's luxurious design, rarely seen in the area, drew curious glances
from passersby. Baibua, on the other hand, adored her mother's new car
because of its sparkling lights, reminiscent of Viranya's car.
The little girl loved choosing the color of the interior lights every time she
rode in it, and today, she'd already picked three different colors in three
rounds.
"Auntie Gren will wait for us at the temple. We'll go there with your
grandparents."
Today, Patcharin had invited her parents to make merit at the temple
together, joined by Viranya's family, which included Wannisa, and
Chentawee's family.
She intended to subtly hint at her special relationship with Viranya, which
was more than just a typical junior-senior bond. However, when she arrived
home in her new car, the need to reveal this special connection seemed
unnecessary.
All the family members were sitting on a wooden platform under the house-
her father, mother, Yupin, and Jaruwan-all dressed in floral shirts to
celebrate the Songkran festival, ready to head to the temple. Yet, their faces
bore expressions of disapproval.
Patcharin asked with concern as she walked in, holding Baibua's hand. The
little girl was dressed in a pink sleeveless blouse with her hair tied in a bun,
while Patcharin wore a dark blue floral shirt, matching the one Viranya was
wearing that day.
Patcharin shot a glare at Jaruwan, who quickly shook her head and looked
down in guilt.
Seeing her daughter under such resentful eyes, Yupin stepped in to speak.
"I was the one who told your father. It has nothing to do with Som-o."
"She only told what needed to be told. What you're doing isn't right."
Pisut's voice was firm as he defended his wife, further irritating Patcharin.
"Aren't you supporting her? Paying for everything for that woman? Did you
buy this new car for your girlfriend to use too? Yupin told me everything
Som-o saw."
He knew his daughter wasn't one to indulge in luxury, so the idea of her
buying an expensive car while dating a younger woman led him to think
negatively.
This misconception stemmed from their first encounter with Viranya, who'd
been dressed simply in a t-shirt and jeans and was using an old rental car
Although she didn't meet Viranya, who was at her condo that day, she
noticed changes in the house that indicated a third person's presence.
She shared her observations with her mother, who exaggerated the story,
imagining that Patcharin was squandering money to please a younger
girlfriend.
"Don't try to make excuses, Patch. And what about selling your sister's
house all of a sudden? Did you use the money to pamper that woman?"
This arrangement was to ease her financial burden and avoid interest
payments. However, this only deepened the family's misunderstanding.
Pisamai interjected softly, not wanting the family to quarrel on this day.
"It's because we're going to make merit that we need to settle this first,"
Pisut replied, his tone softer.
Deep down, he didn't want to argue much with his daughter. He'd come to
terms with her dating women when she left for America for several years,
"Mommy Patch, does Grandpa not like you being with Auntie Gren?"
"Grandpa just isn't close to Auntie Gren, so he's asking these questions."
Even a five-year-old like Baibua seemed to grasp things more easily than
her father.
Patcharin never forced Baibua to like Viranya but let things happen
naturally, answering questions openly and showing through actions that
love and happiness could exist regardless of gender.
"I don't want to explain much about this, but I assure you that apart from
Baibua, I'm not supporting anyone. Ms. Gren has actually helped me in
many ways."
"Alright, alright. It's a big merit-making day today. Why must we argue?"
Pisamai interjected again, not wanting father and daughter to fight before
going to the temple.
Jaruwan hastily nodded in agreement, feeling quite guilty for causing the
issue to escalate.
"Fine, fine. Let's go make merit first and discuss this later. I was planning to
meet her today anyway. Let's see if she's as you say,"
But hearing from his wife that Patcharin was financially supporting her had
made him anxious.
As the van came to a stop, the driver quickly stepped out, and Patcharin
spoke up.
"Ms. Patch, sorry for being late. I had trouble finding this alley. Ms. Gren
sent me to pick you up. She was worried there wouldn't be enough seats, so
she sent me ahead."
Hearing this, Patcharin couldn't help but smile. Her girlfriend was so
thoughtful and attentive. She turned to her family and said,
"Mom, Dad, here's the car from N' Gren's family-the one you and Auntie
accused of leeching off me."
But even now, Yupin, who'd initially exaggerated the story, wasn't ready to
admit defeat.
"Auntie, have you been watching too many dramas? Anyway, you'll see for
yourself at the temple."
Viranya's new secretary had come across this news and suggested it, as
Viranya was looking for a charitable activity to strengthen her bond with
Patcharin's family.
Viranya, being generous, was happy to donate out of faith. Upon seeing the
temple in person, she realized it needed much more financial support-not
just for the ordination hall but also for the dilapidated sermon hall and
monks' quarters.
She shared this news with Wannisa, hoping her sister might want to join in
the merit-making. Her family, which annually supported state hospitals with
medical equipment, thought adding merit-making for the temple would
bring even more joy.
At the temple, several large tents were set up. Today was a day of merit-
making and a ceremonial blessing to seek permission from the sacred spirits
to renovate the temple.
Wannisa and her boyfriend sat on the sofa reserved for the main hosts at the
front, alongside the director of Nakhon Pathom Provincial Hospital, whom
Wannisa had met during a medical equipment donation event the previous
year. This time, she'd invited him to join the merit-making event,
It was common to see prominent figures presiding over such events, but this
time, Patcharin's father was also invited to sit at the very front.
Pisut, who'd initially planned to confront and dissuade his daughter, found
himself at a loss for words. Furthermore, Patcharin's entire family was
invited to sit in the VIP section behind the main hosts, drawing the attention
of the villagers.
"Good morning,"
Upon seeing her, the vibes shifted. Patcharin's family appeared awkward
and tense, especially after witnessing Viranya's connections with influential
people and her polished appearance.
She looked far more sophisticated and well-off than during their previous
encounter.
Her outfit was elegant and understated. Accompanying her was Cherngchal,
dressed in a black suit, resembling a bodyguard for a celebrity. It was clear
she was far from being someone of modest means.
The merit-making event was filled with mixed feelings. Patcharin's family
now believed that Viranya wasn't leeching off her. On the contrary, it
seemed Viranya was providing for Patcharin and Baibua in many ways.
Although the older woman often declined her help out of politeness,
Patcharin couldn't deny that her life had become more comfortable thanks
to Viranya's support.
The young woman, in turn, was happy to help out of affection, always
feeling that Patcharin supported her emotionally and physically in her work.
Several months later, Viranya received good news from a friend. Lalita was
getting married to Dr. Anek in a month. Anek was the handsome doctor
who'd been introduced to her when Wannisa had an allergic reaction and
was hospitalized.
Initially, Viranya thought she wouldn't be able to attend the wedding due to
her busy schedule. She'd been flying back and forth to Germany weekly and
was occupied with testing a new product and preparing presentations for
interested hospitals.
Even though the surgical robotic arm project involved collaboration with
two other parties, the distribution rights and primary profits belonged to
This required her to work tirelessly alongside her team of nearly ten people.
Fortunately, everything was finalized just in time for Lalita's wedding.
"It looks like we're competing to see who's more gorgeous today,"
Viranya joked with satisfaction as she watched her older girlfriend step out
of the dressing room. Patcharin was fully dressed and made up, having
ordered a custom dress on short notice and used the shop's makeup services.
Both were wearing light pink fitted dresses with one-shoulder designs,
matching in style as if to announce to everyone at the event that they were a
couple.
"Look at this. Even with all that foundation, it's still noticeable. My
girlfriend looks like a panda now."
"Well, it's no surprise. I haven't had a full night's sleep in three days,"
Viranya admitted, her shoulders slumping slightly as she thought about her
workload.
"Don't overwork yourself like this again. I worry about you," Patcharin said
with genuine concern.
"Of course. But I'm still young and strong. I'll be fine."
Patcharin advised, reflecting her own beliefs. After all, she was older, so it
wasn't surprising that some traditional ideas lingered in her mindset.
"Oh, right! I almost forgot. I'm about to hit thirty and catch up to you,"
She exclaimed excitedly, realizing how close her birthday was. Her hectic
work schedule had made her lose track of time.
"Catch up? How? I'll be thirty-seven next year," the older one said with a
laugh.
"That's alright. As long as we're both in our thirties, I'm happy. Besides,
people in their thirties are the best,"
Viranya replied, wrapping her arm around Patcharin's waist. In the past, she
mightn't have thought this way, but now, she believed that no matter the
age, as long as it was Patcharin, it was always the best.
Patcharin was startled by the sudden closeness, and when Viranya leaned in,
she immediately scolded her.
Even though they were alone in the room, it wasn't appropriate to act so
openly.
Viranya replied with a wide grin, her eyes sparkling as she gazed at
Patcharin. She felt incredibly lucky to be in love with her.
Patcharin was so beautiful that Viranya couldn't take her eyes off her-more
captivating than the day she first realized she'd fallen for her.
From her sharp eyes and long lashes to her elegant nose and flawless
cheeks, Patcharin was perfect in every way.
Lalita's wedding was grand and luxurious, with nearly a thousand guests.
The event featured international cuisine and a live orchestra.
Viranya had the chance to reconnect with old university friends, who were
surprised by how much she'd changed-not just in her demeanor, which was
now more composed and mature, but also in her heart.
For Viranya, attending Lalita's wedding wasn't difficult at all. She genuinely
wanted to celebrate her friend's happiness.
Their friendship had always been pure and supportive, and now that they
both had new partners, she felt confident in her love for Patcharin and
wanted to reassure the latter of that love.
The reception went smoothly. Ariya arrived late due to work and met
Patcharin for the first time. She couldn't stop complimenting Patcharin's
beauty, thinking it was no wonder Viranya had been so anxious and sought
her advice multiple times.
Her emotions were all over the place, like a roller coaster, scared that
Patcharin wouldn't like her back, afraid that if her attempt to court her
failed, she'd end up hurting alone.
"P' Patch, why don't you join the bouquet toss?" Ariya suggested.
"No, thank you. Let the younger ladies have their fun,"
Patcharin replied shyly. Though she wasn't married yet, she felt she was
past the age for such activities, unaware of how stunning she still looked.
Many men at the event couldn't help but steal glances at her.
"Eve mentioned that whoever catches the bouquet gets a free health check-
up package. Want to join?"
At first, Patcharin seemed shy and hesitant, but after much urging from the
two, she reluctantly got up to join in.
The bride and groom stood on the stage with their backs turned, holding a
beautiful bouquet prepared for the occasion. Below the stage, about ten
people were crowded together, eagerly anticipating the toss.
However, as the bouquet was tossed in a graceful arc, she looked up at it,
raising her hands to shield herself from others.
Then, out of nowhere, everything she saw went dark, as if a monitor had
suddenly been unplugged.
Her tall figure collapsed to the ground amid the stunned gazes of the crowd,
while the beautiful bouquet tumbled down after her.
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A tender, caring voice asked as the person who'd been asleep for hours
began to stir.
Viranya spoke slowly, her eyes scanning her surroundings. She was lying
on a hospital bed in an unfamiliar room, but it was clean and spacious.
Beside her bed stood a new IV drip, one imported by her company, and next
to it was a beautiful 36-year-old woman looking at her with a face full of
concern.
"This is the hospital. You fainted at N' Eve's wedding, so they brought you
here yesterday," Patcharin explained with a smile.
"Oh, the hospital, huh? I thought it was heaven for a moment...since I woke
up and saw an angel,"
Viranya said in a raspy voice, her gaze fixed on Patcharin's face with a
satisfied expression. She pressed the button to adjust the bed slightly
upright so she could talk more comfortably.
"And you still have the mood to joke around." Patcharin sighed lightly, then
continued with a relieved tone, "You always make me worry."
Viranya replied, her voice dry as she cleared her throat softly. When she
fainted, it was fortunate that Ariya and Patcharin had caught her in time.
Even luckier, there were many doctors and nurses attending the wedding, so
she received immediate first aid and was promptly taken to the hospital.
Patcharin quickly poured some water and gently helped her drink, her face
and eyes filled with worry, it was evident without words how much she
cared for and loved Viranya.
"What did the doctor say?" Viranya asked after quenching her thirst.
"The reason you fainted?" Patcharin repeated the question, and Viranya
nodded. "You should be well aware of why you fainted."
It was fortunate that her body signaled its exhaustion by fainting; otherwise,
she might've pushed herself even harder.
Even after drinking water, she hadn't forgotten to ask for her phone, worried
about work, but Patcharin stopped her, explaining that Cherngchai, the new
secretary, had already taken care of everything.
In truth, Viranya's health had never been robust. She'd been in an accident
as a child, the same one that took her mother's life. Though she survived,
she had to undergo a lengthy recovery, and her health had been fragile ever
since.
Things improved when she stopped partying late at night, but her recent
overwork and lack of sleep had caused her condition to flare up again.
"So, it's because I pushed myself too hard, huh? I guess I'll have to avoid
exerting myself for a while."
Viranya said, thinking for a moment before continuing with a small smile,
"Equipment?"
"The equipment I bought from Germany. But it'd be better if you stay on
top for now."
"And whose fault is that? You worked late every night and barely came
home all month!"
The older one tried to keep a straight face, but her chest felt warm as her
mind wandered to memories of their intimate moments together. She
quickly changed the subject.
"But you just woke up. Let's not talk about this now. How about eating
something? There's rice soup, grilled salmon, and steamed eggs. They're
still warm."
Earlier, the staff had brought breakfast, and Patcharin prepared it for the
patient while recounting the events of the previous day. By mid-morning,
the attending doctor came to check on her, and it was none other than
Lalita.
"There's nothing to worry about, but it'd be best to rest for another two days
to recover your strength. I'll order another IV drip to help."
Lalita stood by the bed in her work shirt, slacks, and a white coat. She was
accompanied by a nurse and an assistant.
"It's not that long. Rest well, and you'll feel better. Plus, it'll help my dad's
hospital earn a bit more,"
The doctor joked before instructing her assistant about the saline drip.
Hearing this, Viranya smiled faintly and didn't argue further. Most of her
important work was already done, so taking a break seemed like a good
idea.
"By the way, why are you still working? You just got married, Eve."
"We booked our honeymoon trip for next month. We're planning to go for
the whole month, so I'm working now to save up."
"Ah, I see. Well, I'm sorry for causing a scene at your wedding."
"Yeah."
"It was a bit chaotic, but don't worry about it too much. When it's your
wedding, I'll make sure to eat until I'm stuffed to make up for it,"
The doctor teased with a wink before turning to Patcharin with a sunny
smile.
"If you need anything, just call the nurse, okay, P' Patch?"
"Thank you."
After the doctor left, Viranya, feeling bored, video-called Baibua for an
hour. The little girl seemed happy at home with her father and grandparents,
but expressed a desire to visit Viranya.
However, Patcharin didn't allow it, not wanting the child to come to the
hospital unnecessarily and risk getting sick. For now, Baibua was under
Pakorn's care, which Patcharin initially felt uneasy about.
Having adopted Baibua, she wanted to care for her as best as she could. But
now, with a nanny and driver arranged by Viranya, she felt more at ease.
Two days later, Patcharin took leave from work to care for her partner,
planning to use the opportunity to spend time together.
Though she disliked being in the hospital, she yearned to fulfill her role as a
girlfriend to the best of her ability.
Viranya felt restless during her initial days of recovery, but seeing her older
girlfriend's jealousy lifted her spirits. On her first day of rest, a few young,
attractive nurses came to bathe her and wash her hair.
They complimented her figure and skin, making casual conversation, but it
irritated Patcharin, who overheard.
To make matters worse, Viranya praised the nurses' gentle touch and skill to
Patcharin, only to be met with a heated glare, sharp and electric like a
crackling current that made the young woman realize her mistake.
The next day, Patcharin refused to let the nurses wipe Viranya's body,
insisting she'd handle it herself. Seeing this, the younger was certain
Patcharin was jealous, which secretly delighted her.
It reaffirmed her belief that Patcharin was the partner she'd been searching
for. If possible, she wanted to spend the rest of her life with her, until their
strength and breath ran out.
Viranya followed Lalita's advice and rested until her strength fully returned.
Four days after being discharged, she invited Patcharin and Baibua out for a
trip.
"You just got out of the hospital less than a week ago. Why do you want to
go out already?"
Patcharin asked with concern as they sat in a luxurious van driving along
the Bangna-Samut Prakan road.
"It's my birthday today, and it's Saturday. Baibua doesn't have school, so I
wanted to take her bird-watching to celebrate."
She told Patcharin she wanted to take Baibua to see the seagulls at Bang Pu
Recreation Center, a mangrove nature reserve with migratory birds during
certain months.
Cherngchai had recommended the place, saying it was romantic, not too far,
and suitable for children. Viranya wished to create everlasting memories
with Baibua, whom she loved and cherished as if she were her own child.
"We'll stop to pay respect at a temple on the way. By the time we get there,
it should be around five. The sunset there is beautiful."
Viranya replied, dressed in a white tank top layered with a light cream shirt.
She glanced at the shadow of the van cast by the sunlight on the road.
"I want to see the birds! I don't mind the heat," Baibua said excitedly in her
pink and white floral dress.
"Besides the birds, there are also fish, crabs, and a mangrove forest trail to
explore."
The little girl chimed in, not fully understanding what a mangrove forest
was but thrilled about the activities she'd get to do with Viranya.
Patcharin, seeing her daughter's excitement, let out a soft sigh. She didn't
want either of them to be out in the sun too much, worried they might faint
or get sick.
But she knew she couldn't stop them, especially since her daughter seemed
to get along so well with the young woman.
.
.
Still, it was warm enough to make Baibua crave a cold treat when she
spotted a shop selling shaved ice near the temple entrance. She pleaded with
her mom, who initially suggested buying a cup to eat in the car.
But when Viranya mentioned she wanted some as well, they all decided to
sit and enjoy the dessert together at the shop.
Patcharin asked as she sat down at an old folding metal table in the small
roadside shop. It wasn't often that Viranya would sit in such a modest place,
so Patcharin worried it mightn't suit her taste.
Patcharin teased with a sweet smile. Her girlfriend seemed pickier than
five-year-old Baibua.
"I can eat it, really. I just don't get the chance to very often."
Viranya finished her bowl of shaved ice with mixed toppings, proving she
wasn't just talking.
However, when she reached for a bottle of water to wash it down, she
hesitated. The shop sold bottled water, but it wasn't mineral water, and the
brand was unfamiliar.
After a brief moment of doubt, she drank it anyway, feeling parched from
the dessert. Despite her refined upbringing, Viranya wasn't overly fussy.
She preferred to have choices, but if there weren't any, she didn't make a big
deal out of it.
Patcharin, who'd been quietly observing, couldn't help but smile. She felt a
warm sense of joy seeing this side of Viranya.
She thought to herself that if they were to spend their lives together, there
would be many adjustments to make. But she wasn't afraid of it. She loved
Viranya with all her heart and was willing to learn and grow together.
Caring for Baibua and having the young woman by her side brought her
immense happiness.
The luxurious van arrived at Bang Pu Recreation Center right at five in the
evening. The sun was still out, but only faintly, and the place was bustling
with visitors since it was a Saturday.
Couples, groups of friends, and families filled the area. Before heading to
see the birds, Viranya suggested they explore the mangrove forest first. The
area, located by the sea, was teeming with small creatures like fiddler crabs
and mudskippers.
Baibua was exhilarated to see these tiny creatures in the muddy mangrove
for the first time. She held Viranya's hand with one hand while pointing and
asking questions with the other.
Patcharin followed the two with a smile. Viranya patiently answered all of
Baibua's questions, a sight that never failed to warm her heart.
After about half an hour of exploring, they decided to head to the seagull
viewing area as the sunlight began to soften. The viewing spot was a
concrete bridge as wide as a four-lane road, extending out into the sea.
The salty sea breeze brushed against their faces, creating a stark contrast to
the mangrove forest they'd just left.
In the middle of the bridge, a flock of white and gray seagulls with broad
wings soared gracefully through the air. Unfortunately, it wasn't peak
migration season, so there weren't as many birds as during the high season.
Still, the large flock was enough to excite Baibua. Each of them bought a
cup of bird food. Feeding the birds could be done by tossing the food into
the air for the birds to catch mid-flight or by holding it out in their hands for
the birds to swoop down and grab. However, the latter required careful
timing and caution.
Patcharin, familiar with the place from photos, worried that her daughter
might struggle to feed the birds. She gently guided Baibua on how to toss
the food into the air.
Sometimes, she and Viranya took turns lifting the little one so she could
throw the food higher. Once they'd finished feeding the birds, they went to
wash their hands.
By then, the sun was setting, painting the sky in hues of golden orange and
purple. It was a breathtaking twilight scene, with seagulls flying freely
against the backdrop of the horizon where the large sun was about to dip
below the sea, casting shimmering reflections on the water.
The beauty of the moment was mirrored in Viranya's eyes as she gazed
lovingly at her partner.
Viranya led them to a quieter corner of the bridge where there were fewer
people.
She asked, handing over her phone with the camera already set to video
mode. She wanted a clip of herself with the flock of seagulls flying in the
background.
She instructed Patcharin to capture the birds first and then pan the camera to
her standing by the edge of the bridge. She planned to post it on Instagram
later.
One hand held the phone, while the other held Baibua's hand tightly,
ensuring the little girl wouldn't wander off. Ever the cautious mom.
As the phone camera captured the birds in flight, Patcharin focused intently
on the screen.
Once she had the shot she desired, she panned to Viranya, who was
standing in the distance. But as she zoomed in, her hand froze. On the
screen, she saw a diamond ring.
Her dark eyes widened in surprise and disbelief. She looked away from the
screen to see Viranya standing there, holding a white velvet box with a
stunning diamond ring inside.
Viranya walked closer, her face radiating happiness, and smiled lovingly as
she spoke softly.
"P' Patch, I never thought I could change and be this happy until you and
Baibua came into my life. It's a happiness that makes me feel at peace, and I
want to stay like this forever. So..."
"N' Gren..."
Her hands turned cold from excitement, a sensation Baibua noticed as she
clung to her mother's leg in confusion. When the little girl saw the sparkling
diamond ring in Viranya's box, she became just as thrilled.
The owner of the beautiful ring smiled at the little girl and gestured for her
to lower her voice, signaling that this was an important moment. Baibua
complied, covering her mouth with her hands in excitement.
The older one said, stepping forward to steady Viranya. She'd been silent
because she was holding back tears, which soon streamed down her face.
Viranya agreed with a soft laugh, gently wiping Patcharin's tears before
taking back her phone and holding Patcharin's hands.
"I'm sorry for proposing in such a hectic place, but I couldn't wait any
longer. I want to spend my life with you. I want to have you..."
Viranya had experienced many kinds of happiness in her life, but none
compared to the simple joy of spending time with Patcharin.
Having her and Baibua in her life made their small, unremarkable home feel
warm and extraordinary.
She wanted to spend the rest of her life with her, waking up each morning
to find her by her side, being part of a family, taking care of Baibua, and
watching the little girl they'd embraced as their own grow up together until
their final breaths.
"Marry me, P' Patch. Please let me be part of your family and another mom
to Baibua,"
The young woman repeated, her sweet smile lighting up her face.
Being proposed to like this was far beyond anything Patcharin had ever
imagined. She was so overwhelmed with joy that she couldn't find the
words to say.
She could only watch as her hand was gently held and a diamond ring was
slipped onto her left ring finger. It fit perfectly, as if it'd been meticulously
prepared.
When she'd first agreed to date Viranya, she'd only thought about growing
old together, watching Baibua grow up as two old ladies. But now, hearing
the word 'family' and wearing this ring, her emotions swelled to a point she
couldn't describe.
She felt incredibly lucky to have Viranya as her love and Baibua as her
daughter.
Baibua, noticing her mother crying, couldn't help but inquire in a concerned
tone, looking up at her with worry.
"Of course she's happy. She's just so happy that she's crying."
"Baibua, if your Mommy Patch and I get married, would you be okay with
that?"
"Who's going to wear the wedding dress? Mommy Patch or Auntie Gren?"
Viranya asked with a smile, her affection for the little girl so strong she felt
like giving her everything she owned.
"Hmm..." Baibua thought for a moment. "I want both Mommy Patch and
Auntie to wear wedding dresses, like princesses."
Her bright, cheerful voice carried her wish, accompanied by a radiant smile.
Nearby, a few people walked by, seemingly tourists at first glance.
In reality, they were part of a team Viranya had hired specifically for this
occasion.
The custom-made diamond rings, each with several carats, were slipped
onto the ring fingers of both women. Viranya had brought her own ring as
In addition to the rings for herself and her partner, Viranya had also ordered
a small braided rope ring as a gift for Baibua. Her attention to even the
smallest details explained why Baibua had opened her heart to her from the
very first day they met.
From being a woman who'd gotten lost and accidentally run over a bicycle,
Viranya had become one of the most important people in the little girl's life,
as if it were destiny.
"But N' Gren, have you been carrying the ring with you all this time?"
Patcharin asked as she held Baibua's hand, with Viranya holding the other,
as they walked back toward the exit together.
Patcharin's face grew heavy with the realization that she'd almost been
proposed to in front of thousands of people. She felt a strange sense of relief
that the plan hadn't worked out.
"Really? What a shame," she said, though she was secretly glad. "But I like
this kind of atmosphere better. Even though there are people around, it's just
us who know each other, right, Baibua?" She turned to smile at her
daughter.
Hearing this, Viranya smiled along with them, pleased that her plan had
succeeded. She couldn't help but let something slip.
"Well... among the people watching the birds, there are two or three people
I hired."
Hearing this, Patcharin glanced around with a mix of unease and suspicion,
She realized that her face must've looked ridiculous earlier when she was
trying to hold back tears, and she'd even ended up with a runny nose.
"Actually, it's about ten," Viranya confessed, scratching her head sheepishly.
"I just asked them to help record some clips."
"No way," Patcharin quickly protested, but then something dawned on her.
"The wedding? Are you planning to have a wedding, N' Gren?"
"Of course. Baibua just said she wants us both to wear wedding dresses,
didn't she?"
"Yes! Dresses like princesses, with people dancing at the wedding and a big
multi-layered cake to eat,"
"But I'm not young anymore. Having a wedding like that seems a bit..."
Patcharin trailed off.
But now, with talk of a ten-layer cake, it was crystal clear this wouldn't be a
small affair.
"Even P' Grace, who's been married once before, had another wedding. And
besides, to me, no matter how many years pass, you'll always be the most
beautiful and youthful person. Don't worry about it."
"Totally! How about this? Since we're free tomorrow, let's go look at
wedding dresses. After that, we can check out venues. Oh, and I'll have
Cherngchai contact an organizer to start planning right away."
"We have to! I've wanted to marry you for so long. I've wanted to since the
moment I realized I was in love with you."
Her older sister had once warned her to be careful, saying she might one
day fall for a 35-year-old woman without realizing it. Now, it was too late.
But Viranya didn't mind. Whether Patcharin was 35, 36, 37, or older, she
was delighted to fall for her. She was willing to be like an insect drawn to
this flower, loving her with all her heart.
Blossom Lady
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Truthfully, Viranya had wanted to get married just a month after the
proposal. However, Patcharin argued that if they wanted to host an event
with invited guests, she needed time to prepare.
At the very least, she wished to get in shape and have some facial
treatments first. She planned to be a striking bride, not outshone by her
partner, who seemed to grow more stunning with each passing day.
As Viranya turned thirty, she exuded an even greater elegance and maturity,
becoming the kind of sophisticated beauty admired by many.
The two agreed on a small wedding, inviting only close friends and family.
They'd also include executives from both of their companies, which meant
Maythira, whom Patcharin still served as secretary and mentor, would be
among the guests.
They also invited employees from the sales and marketing departments of
Phichan Health, who knew both of them well. After the ceremony, they
planned to legally register their marriage.
It was decided within the family that Patcharin would take Viranya's last
name, Phichantaweewech.
Though they claimed they didn't want a grand, extravagant event and hadn't
invited many guests, the reception was lavishly arranged with top-quality
food and drinks.
Since the location wasn't far from Bangkok, it allowed the couple's close
friends to gather and celebrate together.
The two brides were a vision of grandeur, adorned in exquisite clothing and
radiant beauty that drew admiration and envy from many
dedicated to honoring the love between the two women and announcing to
their loved ones that they'd grow old together.
As the night progressed, the reception turned into a lively party among
friends. The two brides changed into more comfortable outfits.
During this private gathering, Viranya took the opportunity to play a video
she'd arranged in secret to be recorded during her proposal to Patcharin.
The clip elicited cheers and laughter from their colleagues and friends, who
were delighted to see Viranya's romantic side and Patcharin's emotional
vulnerability, even shedding tears.
By the time the clock struck eleven, the joyous celebration came to an end
Later that night, in their resort suite where the reception had been held,
Patcharin sat against the headboard in a thin nightgown. She and Viranya
had decided to stay overnight at the resort, while Baibua was entrusted to
spend the night with Pakorn.
Viranya inquired as she was about to sit on the bed, noticing her bride
yawning several times.
Patcharin replied, shifting to make a little more space for her partner.
The woman with the beguiling figure said, then lay down, snuggling up to
her girlfriend.
"Yes, it's propitious because of our wedding ceremony. We already did that,
but there's still the wedding night tradition left,"
"I am."
Judging by the situation, she really was drained. Even though today was
just a small ceremony with the elders in the morning, both of them had to
wake up at six to get their hair and makeup done, then keep busy all day
with only a short nap.
Luckily, they had the money to hire an organizer for everything; otherwise,
it would've been even more chaotic and tiring.
"If you're tired, you should sleep. Don't push yourself too hard."
"That's true,"
The taller one hummed as she slid down to rest her head on the pillow, Still,
she couldn't help but look at Patcharin's body with a wicked glint in her
eyes.
Just seeing Patcharin lying there was enough to make Viranya fall for her
all over again. If she moved even a little, Viranya would lose her mind.
There was nothing more beautiful to look at than her.
When she saw Viranya lying down, Patcharin reached over to turn off the
main light and lay down as well. She caught the look in Viranya's eyes and
could already guess what would happen.
It wasn't that she didn't want to reciprocate, but tonight she really was tired.
Then she heard Viranya say they should rest since she hadn't brought any
toys with her tonight. Patcharin hastily turned to her with a startled face.
"I do, but if you bring it out and use it outside, I think it's a bit too brazen,"
The older bride warned. She liked it, liked how Viranya used it to make her
feel good, but it was still illegal in this country, and the shape of the toy
made its purpose obvious. She didn't want her to carry it around
everywhere.
"So, between using it and not using it, which do you like more?"
Viranya kept the conversation going, moving closer and hugging her
girlfriend's warm body. Now, only the dim light from the bedside lamp
remained in the room.
"I like both, but if I had to choose, I like... when you use your fingers
more." Patcharin admitted shyly.
Fingers didn't make her feel too uncomfortable, and Viranya knew all the
right spots and could move as fast as she wanted.
Patcharin liked it most when Viranya used her fingers inside while using her
tongue outside at the same time. It sent shivers through her, almost pulling
her soul out of her body.
It was overwhelming, but it felt so good she could never forget it.
With that, Viranya's warm hand moved to gently caress Patcharin's soft,
round breast, teasing the tip lightly but quickly, making Patcharin jolt. Since
she wasn't wearing a bra, it was easy for Viranya to touch her.
The younger had gotten much quicker and more skilled, knowing exactly
where to excite her, and Patcharin could never resist.
It wasn't just her hands-Viranya's lips also came down for a deep,
passionate kiss.
"Gren... mmm..."
It was as if Viranya knew her weakness. Patcharin had been addicted to her
kisses since the first time, and after having her, she only grew more
obsessed.
She couldn't resist when Viranya kissed her while teasing her with her
tongue. It felt just as good every time, like the very first time. The touch of
her hands made her melt, arousing her all over again. Tonight, she knew
she'd end up exhausted once more.
"Mmm... ahh..."
Patcharin was taken to the heights of pleasure, Viranya's tongue teasing her
womanhood until her desire was fully unleashed, blossoming with sweet
love.
Then Viranya pulled her to sit on her lap, sliding her fingers deep inside,
saying she wanted to see her beautiful bride's face while she was being
pleasured. Patcharin was so willing, agreeing even though it only made her
more tired.
She couldn't help but move her hips and endure the even more scorching
pleasure from sitting on Viranya's lap.
As their lovemaking continued on, with Patcharin moving her hips, her
desperate voice finally cried out,
"Gren... I can't..."
Honestly, Patcharin could never handle this position. It was too deep, and
she had to use her legs. Even though she could control the pace, it made her
legs ache. Now, her thighs were shaking all over.
Viranya asked, her light amber eyes gazing at her lover's beauty.
She didn't want to stop, but she just didn't have the strength to keep going
by herself anymore.
Viranya decided, leaning in closer. She could feel the lust flowing between
Patcharin's fingers and knew her wife wanted to keep going with her.
So, she tentatively shifted Patcharin from her lap to lie flat on the bed, then
climbed on top of her.
She grabbed Patcharin's hands and stretched them above her head, pressing
them down lightly as if she wanted the former secretary to only move her
lower body, where Viranya's hand was still inside.
Lying flat, Patcharin didn't forget to bend her legs up and spread them a
little, just as she was used to. She met Viranya's light amber eyes with a
dreamy, sweet gaze and answered in a deeply sexy voice,
"That's great, because I'm not tired either. In fact, I'm even better at this
position."
Viranya said, then started moving her wrist, her fingers still inside.
"Ah... ahh..."
The new angle made Patcharin pant even harder, just like when she was on
Viranya's lap. Her body was slick with sweat, even though she'd just
showered. Her heart pounded with a fire that bumed hotter and hotter inside
her.
She cried out sweetly, her hips moving in rhythm, filling the room with
shameless sounds.
Wetness covered her thighs and Viranya's fingers. Patcharin closed her eyes,
her mind spinning, letting herself get lost in the pleasure crashing over her.
She let Viranya take control, moving faster and harder than ever, pushing
her to the edge again and again, breaking down every last bit of restraint.
Unintelligible words echoed through the room, mixed with heavy breathing
and gasps of ecstasy. It was the perfect wedding night.
Viranya took her deeper into bliss, just like every time-relentless, never
holding back, as if she was completely obsessed and longed to devour her
whole.
🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈
sunyan
Five years later, Viranya had purchased a new home for her family, which
now included Patcharin and Baibua. It was a two-story detached house in a
prestigious housing project in the Ratchaphruek area, valued at tens of
millions.
The property boasted lush greenery, a secure perimeter. and spanned over
400 square meters. The driveway could accommodate three cars, and the
interior was spacious and comfortable, with ample living space.
This luxurious new home, however, was currently inundated with letters
from life insurance companies.
"P' Patch, why are there so many letters from insurance companies
addressed to me lately?"
letters addressed to her. Today, she was dressed formally for an important
event.
"Oh, I took out some insurance policies for you. These must be the policy
details being sent to our address,"
Her gorgeous wife replied as she walked over. At the moment, only
Patcharin and Viranya were home, as Baibua, now in fifth grade, had left
for school earlier in the morning with her nanny and the family driver.
"Again?"
Viranya said in surprise, furrowing her brows as she recalled similar letters
arriving last month. Initially, she thought Patcharin had taken out the
policies to help boost Jaruwan's sales-Jaruwan being the daughter of her
father's other wife.
But as time went on, the frequency of these letters increased. It seemed like
every new life insurance policy that came out, Patcharin would buy it-not
for herself, but solely for Viranya.
"It's critical illness insurance this time? But I already have that, don't I? In
fact, the health insurance I currently have covers everything. There's no
need to buy more. Are you anxious about something?"
She asked, stepping closer to her beautiful wife, who'd just reached the
dining table. She placed both hands gently on Patcharin's slender shoulders
and looked her in the eye.
"It's just that you've been working a lot again lately, N' Gren, and you're
traveling internationally more often. So, I'm worried."
Seeing her wife's concern, Viranya beamed. At thirty-four years old, she'd
recently been promoted to deputy executive, playing a key role in assisting
Wannisa with the company's operations.
"I may travel often, but I'm not overworking myself. Ever since we got
married, I've always made time to rest. You even have my schedule, don't
you? You should know I'm not pushing myself too hard. I'm not going to
fall ill so easily."
Viranya always had her secretary send her schedule to Patcharin, keeping
her informed about where she'd be, who she'd be with, and when she'd have
free time.
This allowed them to align their schedules and spend time together since
Patcharin was no longer working for the Boonnub-a-nan family.
The older woman had recently resigned to manage a toy manufacturing and
import company she co-founded with Viranya. The family business, named
Baibua Tiny Treasures Co., Ltd., employed only a few dozen staff and
primarily focused on online sales.
Patcharin served as the primary executive, while Viranya handled sales and
marketing, a role she thoroughly enjoyed.
"But I still worry. The other day, I saw a news story about a woman who
became a widow because her husband choked on food. It was so tragic,"
Patcharin said with a serious expression. Back when they were just dating,
she hadn't been this apprehensive.
But now that they were married, a family, and essentially one unit, her
growing love for Viranya, coupled with her own advancing age, had made
her more prone to worry.
Next year, Patcharin would turn forty, entering her forties while Viranya
remained in her thirties.
"I've even suggested you hire a secretary to help lighten your workload, but
you refused. You're more delicate than I am, yet you're worried about me
overworking?"
"I've already told you I don't want a secretary. Just because I'm petite
doesn't mean I'm weak. I exercise regularly and watch what I eat-unlike
you, who can't resist sweets."
The two began to bicker like an old married couple. Though five years
wasn't an exceptionally long time, their attentiveness and constant
observation of each other had allowed them to understand and remember
each other's habits and quirks well.
"I've cut back on sweets, you know. And as for exercising, I do that too-
especially when we're together in bed."
"That's not the same thing! You can't use that as an excuse for good health,"
Patcharin replied, pursing her lips slightly. She couldn't argue much, as
Viranya's stamina was indeed impressive, especially in certain matters.
Initially, Patcharin thought that after years of marriage, their intimacy might
wane. But no, Viranya's need for her remained as strong as when they first
started dating.
"Alright, I won't ask you to hire a secretary anymore. But you have to stop
buying all these insurance policies for me, alright?"
Viranya said, having too many policies made her feel as if she were gravely
ill.
With that, Viranya leaned in for a gentle kiss, pulling Patcharin into a tight
embrace, not caring if her outfit wrinkled. She knew their mutual concern
for each other's health was the root of their worries.
Since their marriage, they'd never fought-not once. The only moments of
unease were born out of their care for one another, like today.
"Alright,"
Patcharin finally agreed softly after the kiss, wiping a smudge of lipstick
from Viranya's lips. The embrace and kiss from her wife truly eased her
worries. She never imagined she could become so sensitive.
Once, she'd been much more collected and stoic, but that had changed since
marrying and living with Viranya.
Seeing her wife's concerned demeanor, Viranya couldn't help but smile.
"Well, instead of worrying about other things, you're more concerned about
me falling ill."
"Normally, people with an age gap worry about their partner finding
someone else. Like you, being older, shouldn't you be worried that I might
look at someone younger or prettier?"
Back when they first started dating, Patcharin seemed more concerned
about this. But now, she showed no signs of such worry.
"Who says I'm not worried? I just trust you, that's all."
With Patcharin still in her arms, Viranya leaned in to plant another kiss on
her cheek.
The older one allowed the kiss but responded with a slightly stern tone,
"Yes, you're a good partner. But don't let me catch you with someone else. I
may not seem worried, but I'm always watching. If you ever go back to
your old ways, you'll be in big trouble."
She jovially tapped Viranya's nose with her finger, a lighthearted warning
that she wouldn't tolerate infidelity.
The younger woman stopped her kisses and smiled at her wife's threat. She
then spoke sweetly, gazing at Patcharin with loving, adoring eyes.
"We've been together for over six years now. Do you really think I'd go
back to being like that?"
Including their courtship and dating period, the couple had been together
for six years and five months.
"Who knows?"
"But let's not discuss this now. It's already past eight, and P' Sombut has
been waiting for a while. You should leave the house soon, or you'll be
late."
Patcharin also had her own plans for the day. She needed to oversee
operations at the toy company, which was a home office with a warehouse
located in the back. It wasn't far from their new house.
She felt more at ease with this job compared to working in a large
corporation, as she could manage both the work and her time independently.
In essence, she was her own secretary.
Today, a new product shipment had arrived from Sweden. It was a set of
wooden block toys designed for toddlers aged eighteen months and up.
The blocks were colorful, lightweight, and had passed safety standards,
ensuring they were lead-free and safe for children. Throughout the day,
Patcharin diligently helped her team inspect and count the inventory.
Nonetheless, as the workday was nearing its end, a phone call came in, and
the topic of conversation immediately diverted her attention.
"What is it, Som-o? If you're calling about the insurance policy, I've already
received it,"
Patcharin said as she answered the call, assuming Jaruwan was calling to
inquire about the health insurance she'd recently purchased.
[I'm not calling about that. Check the photo I just sent you on LINE
first.]
"What photo?"
Hearing this, Patcharin opened the message without much thought. Her
heart began to race as she saw the photo-it was a picture of Viranya walking
arm-in-arm with another woman, looking very close.
The woman had long hair, fair skin, and a willowy figure. Judging by her
casual outfit of a T-shirt. denim skirt, and sneakers, she couldn't have been
older than twenty-five.
Patcharin demanded, her voice turned sharp as soon as she saw the image.
Over the past five years, her relationship with Patcharin had improved
significantly. Jaruwan had worked hard to better herself, becoming more
diligent and focused on her job.
However, her habit of being overly curious about others' affairs hadn't
changed one bit.
Hearing the words 'very close', Patcharin's heart pounded so hard it felt like
it might burst.
The person in the navy-blue suit was undoubtedly her wife, but she couldn't
identify the other woman.
She didn't want to jump to conclusions and assume Viranya was seeing
someone else, but the photo was too clear to dismiss.
Patcharin uttered coldly, her voice steady as she gripped one of the toys
she'd been inspecting tightly. Her coworkers looked on in confusion,
wondering why she was squeezing it so hard.
Patcharin replied curtly, trying to calm herself. She carefully placed the toy
back in its box and walked out of the room. Her voice turned firm as she
added,
"Don't tell anyone about this. If you do, I'll cancel all the insurance
policies I've taken cut."
[Oh my, I wouldn't tell anyone else. I only told you because I'm worried
about you.]
Patcharin frowned tightly until wrinkles became visible, and claimed she
needed to continue working and hung up the call.
However, she only sat staring intently at the photo, unable to look away.
Her mind raced, trying to comprehend how it was possible that her wife
could have an affair.
In all their time together, there had never been any signs of such a thing.
Patcharin couldn't focus on her work anymore and decided to leave early.
On her way home, she sent a message to Viranya, urging her to come home
immediately, saying only that there was something she needed to discuss.
She wanted to resolve the matter at once, as she hated leaving things
unresolved. If Viranya truly had someone else, Patcharin was ready to
confront her directly and figure out what to do next.
She was confident she'd done everything to care for and support her wife
without fail.
Although they had a housekeeper for most chores, Patcharin still took care
of the things she felt were her responsibility-making breakfast, preparing
Viranya's clothes, ensuring their bed was comfortable, and even putting
effort into their intimate moments.
She exercised regularly, partly for this reason, and even frequently visited
beauty clinics to maintain her appearance. Despite all this effort, why would
Viranya still have someone else?
Was it because Patcharin was getting older? Or was it simply that Viranya
was insatiable?
.
.
The younger woman rushed home after receiving Patcharin's message. The
seminar she'd attended had ended at three o'clock, but she'd made a quick
stop for some errands, delaying her return.
This only added to Patcharin's growing anxiety. The heavy traffic further
prolonged her journey, and by the time she arrived home, she could sense
that her wife's mood was different.
"Why did you suddenly insist I come home? And why did you send Baibua
to stay with P' Pakorn?"
Patcharin sat with her arms crossed on the sofa in the living room. The
shelves in the room displayed photos of the three of them visiting a tiger
zoo in Pattaya, Baibua's kindergarten graduation, and their honeymoon in
Switzerland. There was also a framed wedding photo in a fine wooden
frame.
She hesitated to move closer, sensing that her wife was upset. She quickly
tried to recall if she'd done anything wrong, but couldn't think of anything.
After seeing the photo of Viranya with the young woman, Patcharin had
grown more suspicious and decided to investigate further. That's when she
discovered the unusually high charge on one of Viranya's credit cards.
The payment appeared to have been made to a private hospital she was
familiar with, raising her suspicions further. What could it be for? She'd
already purchased multiple health insurance policies for Viranya.
The only explanation she could think of was that the money had been spent
on someone else's medical expenses.
Viranya quickly tried to recall her recent expenses and remembered that
she'd purchased a comprehensive health check-up package for both herself
and Patcharin earlier that day.
"Oh, that must be for the health check-up package," she elaborated, inching
closer to her wife.
Knowing that Patcharin was concerned about her health, and feeling the
same concern for her wife, Viranya had consulted Lalita about health
programs and planned to surprise Patcharin on a special occasion. She
hadn't expected it to become an issue.
"I'm not talking about expenses, I mean, is there anything else you're hiding
from me?"
Viranya racked her brain, trying to think of anything else she might've done,
but nothing came to mind. She began to wonder what Patcharin was
referring to. What did she want her to say?
Patcharin asked in the same doubtful tone, her suspicion evident. Viranya
couldn't help but ask directly, moving closer until their hips and bodies were
touching.
Viranya asked gently, wrapping her arm around her wife's slender waist.
Patcharin allowed the embrace but still maintained her frustration.
"It's nothing,"
Patcharin replied curtly, her tone short and her face sulky. To Viranya, her
wife's pouty expression was endearing.
Was this really the same woman who was older than her? How could she
look so adorable when upset? Still, Viranya quickly refocused, determined
to find the honest answer.
After six years together, there was no way Viranya couldn't tell how her
wife was feeling. But asking directly wouldn't work in this situation. It was
time for a different approach.
She wrapped both arms around Patcharin and leaned in to steal several
playful kisses on her cheek, causing the latter to protest with a mix of
embarrassment and annoyance.
"Hmph..."
Viranya implored sweetly, her tone apologetic despite having done nothing
wrong. Her love for Patcharin made her patient and refrained from saying
anything harsh.
"Hmph..."
Hearing those words, her sullen expression softened slightly, and she finally
opened her mouth to speak.
"The word 'wifey' isn't crude at all. It's just a bit informal."
"Alright, I won't say it in the house. But you have to tell me why you're
upset."
Patcharin said, pulling out her phone and showing a photo she'd received
from Jaruwan,
"If you really went to the seminar, why did you have time to walk arm-in-
arm with someone else at the airport?"
Viranya squinted at the photo on the phone for a moment before bursting
into laughter.
Patcharin demanded, her face souring again as she saw her partner looking
so amused while she herself was irritated.
"Who could stay calm seeing their partner walking arm-in-arm with another
woman they don't know?"
"That's not just anyone. The one I was walking with is Wanlin, P' Grace's
daughter. The seminar I attended was near the airport, and since my niece
was flying back to Hong Kong this evening, I stopped by to see her."
Patcharin looked utterly agape, She'd heard that Wannisa's daughter was
visiting Thailand, but she hadn't had the chance to meet her due to her busy
schedule.
The last time they met was at a wedding five years ago, when Wanlin was
just fifteen. Now, at twenty, she'd grown into a gorgeous young woman with
a stunning figure, so much so that Patcharin barely recognized her.
Viranya then took out her own phone and opened Instagram to show her.
Wanlin had just posted about flying back to Hong Kong today, and the latest
photo she uploaded was the same outfit as the one in the photo Jaruwan had
sent.
Viranya had heard from Wannisa that her niece was leaving, so she stopped
by to see her. It was a brief moment, but she hadn't expected it to become
such a big deal, causing someone to overthink so much.
.
.
Viranya teased. It was true that she used to like young women, but now that
she was older and more mature, she no longer cared about superficial
appearances. At most, she'd just admire someone as being cute and
youthful, befitting their age
"It's because of that photo. Plus, you said something strange this morning,
N' Gren."
"What I said this morning was just a story. It doesn't mean it applies to
every couple. The older you get, the more sensitive you become, don't you
think?"
The younger woman said, turning to meet her gaze while gently tucking a
strand of hair behind her ear with affection.
She didn't bother asking about the source of the photo, understanding how
tormenting jealousy and insecurity could be. At least Patcharin had asked
her first.
"I love you so much. Do you still think I could have someone else? Or do I
need to prove it to you even more?"
With that, the hand that had been tucking her hair moved to cradle the back
of her neck, and Viranya leaned in to plant a kiss.
"Gren... Mmm..."
Patcharin let out a trembling sound before closing her eyes, feeling the
deepening kiss. The soft lips and warm embrace conveyed a steadfast love,
easing her worries significantly. Viranya loved her, and she loved Viranya.
It'd always be this way as long as they were together.
"R-Remind me of what?"
"Remind you that I love only you and am still strong and healthy."
Viranya withdrew from the lingering kiss, then began to inhale the
intoxicating scent of Patcharin's skin. Her hands slipped under her shirt to
swiftly unhook her bra, moving with the deftness of a seasoned pickpocket.
The owner of the increasingly heated body tried to resist. Yet, the warmth of
Viranya, her mesmerizing touch, and the affection she felt for her made it
impossible.
Cool fingers caressing her sensitive peaks, eliciting a soft sound. In the end,
she arched her body in surrender as her delicate curves were caressed on
both sides, sending shivers through her entire being until she was left weak
and powerless.
Before Patcharin could prepare herself, her slender frame was gently laid
down on the plush sofa. Viranya's lips, which had been kissing her neck,
began to trail lower, accompanied by seductive whispers about how, with
Baibua not home today, they could do anything, anywhere in the house-
even on the sofa.
Heavy breaths mingled with the creaking of the leather sofa, and soon, soft
moans began to fill the air.
Viranya reaffirmed her love for her precious wife as she'd promised, making
it crystal clear and heartfelt. And she intended to keep doing so for as long
as time allowed, until the day age and frailty would separate them.
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---------THE END-------
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Daphne Sun
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02 Sept 2025
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