Billionaire Biker Boy

Chapter 18. Don't You Love Me Anymore?

 

"What? P'Sea said that?"

 

Samut asked after successfully swallowing his bun.

 

"Yeah, go ahead and ask him on LINE," 

 

Wonchana replied, not showing the chat screen since it contained the conversation about Oat. Samut rolled his eyes. Don't worry, I'll definitely ask.

 

After finishing their meal, the taller man asked, "When did you last take your medicine?"

 

"Just before coming up here," the smaller man, still savouring the meal, replied.

 

Wonchana thought for a moment. So, around 4 PM. "It hasn't been four hours yet. Let's wait until we get back to your condo before taking the next dose."

 

"Okay," Samut agreed.

 

Afterwards, the two packed up and prepared to leave. Wonchana called in his secretary to collect the completed documents. Katewadee, who was working overtime today, entered along with the housekeeper who came to clear the dishes.

 

The senior secretary handed the car keys to her boss and reported, "Here are the car keys, boss. License plate 324, on the second floor. Don't forget about the 'CEO Attitude Spotlight' shoot at the Nakhon Chai Si factory tomorrow at 10 AM."

 

Wonchana acknowledged, and Katewadee left the room. The smaller man tugged on the large blue shirt. "I can take the motorbike back. I want to get home quickly and avoid the traffic."

 

"Are you sure you're up for it?"

 

"Yeah, I'll hold on tight to you, P'Win."

 

P'Win, who no longer referred to a motorcycle taxi for Samut, took him down to the big motorbike. Once seated, the smaller man reached out with both hands to hug the driver's waist and rested his helmeted head against the broad back.

 

Wonchana placed his hand lightly over the smaller arms wrapped around his waist and gave them a gentle pat.

 

"If you feel unwell, let me know right away," the man said, turning slightly to speak. The helmet nodded twice against his back, and with that, Wonchana carefully started the bike.  He drove cautiously, heading out from Sathorn Road to Rama IV. In just fifteen minutes, they arrived at the smaller man's condo.

 

After following him up to his room, Wonchana said, "I'll head back home to grab some clothes. Can I have your keycard so you don't have to get up to open the door for me?"

 

Samut handed over the keycard, his face adorably pleading, his beautiful eyes blinking rapidly.

 

"P'Win... I want chocolate ice cream."

 

Wonchana laughed. "Sure, what brand do you want?"

 

"Anything's fine. I'm not picky."

 

"Alright, I'll grab some for you. Go take a shower first, and if I'm not back by 8PM, don't forget to take your medicine, okay?" he instructed.

 

"Okieee," the smaller man replied obediently.

 

After Wonchana left, Samut quickly showered and changed, then sat down to scroll through his phone and check messages.

 

Sea: How's my little brother doing? Heard you're not feeling well.

I'm at the condo now. Your junior dropped me off.: Ocean 

Sea: Alright, let him sleep in the small room tonight.

Sea: In case something happens in the middle of the night, he can take you to the hospital.

Aren't you worried about your little brother?: Ocean

Sea: Why should I be?

Sea: Someone's taking over my duty. I can finally relax.

P Sea!!: Ocean

Dont you love me anymore?: Ocean (Send a teary-eyed Chihuahua sticker): Ocean

Sea: LOL, who wouldn't love my little bro?

Sea: Go talk to Mom for a bit, then get some rest.

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Samut then entered the group chat with his mother, mentioning only that he wasn't feeling well. They chatted for a while until his mother urged him to go to bed. Instead, he continued scrolling through TikTok until he heard the sound of the door opening. He glanced at the clock.

 

...8:25 PM.

...Oh crap, I forgot to take my medicine.

 

The smaller man jumped up and dashed downstairs, just in time to see Wonchana entering with a bag of clothes and two plastic bags in hand. The taller man placed the bags on the dining table and said, "I also bought some bread for you. Have you taken your medicine yet?"

 

"Hehe... not yet. I got carried away with TikTok," Samut confessed sheepishly.

 

Wonchana smiled fondly and began listing what he'd bought. "Alright, have a little bread before taking your medicine. This shop specialises in Japanese-style bread and is really popular. They have so many options. I'll take you there someday to pick for yourself. But for today, I got an egg sandwich, a minced pork sandwich, a matcha custard bread, and a custard pudding. I wasn't going to get anything sweet since you wanted ice cream, but these are the shop's bestsellers, so I grabbed them just in case. You can save them for tomorrow. Do you want your ice cream now?"

 

"Yes, please."

 

Samut rummaged through the bag and picked out the egg sandwich, which looked the most appetising. Opening the foil bag, he found two pints of ice cream: chocolate and matcha.

 

...Wow, expensive brand too.

 

"P'Win, do you want some?"

 

"No, you go ahead. Do you want it in a bowl? I cleaned the container before bringing it over."

 

"No need. I'll wash my hands and eat straight from this." Little Chihuahua darted off to store the untouched food in the fridge, washed his hands again, and then carried his chosen snacks to the sofa. Wonchana sat nearby, watching Samut eat happily.

 

Samut only ate half of the sandwich before taking his fever medicine, then had ice cream. He felt as though his spirits had been lifted a bit. The sick man turned to Wonchana, feeling shy. "P'Win, you're looking at me like I'm a glutton... but I really wanted to eat this."

 

"Go ahead and eat, but don't overdo it and make yourself sick," Wonchana said with a smile.

 

Since Samut didn't have a sore throat, cough, or phlegm, and because Wonchana wanted to indulge him, he didn't forbid the ice cream. In fact, eating something cold could help reduce a fever, though it shouldn't be overdone. The real concern was probably the hidden sugar content.

 

As the smaller man enjoyed his ice cream, he said, "Oh, P'Win, you don't need to transfer any payment to me today. Just don't charge me for taking care of me."

 

"Do you know you're entertaining me? You've given me the role of a nurse. It's fun, so I have to pay you," Wonchana teased with a grin.

 

"Nope, I won't take it," Samut pouted.

 

"By the way, do you have work tomorrow, P'Win?"

 

"Yeah, I have an interview for a show at the Tewa Vegetable Oil."

 

"Can I come too? Since moving to Bangkok, I haven't gone anywhere. I promise I'll be a good boy and won't cause any trouble."

 

Wonchana poked his forehead lightly. "I was planning to take you anyway, but you're not feeling well. If you go out, will you be okay?" Samut fell silent, his dark eyes quickly dimming.

 

Wonchana looked at the small, sad face with a spoon still in his mouth and saw the signs of defeat. The two remained quiet for a moment. Before the smaller man could say anything... The man, whose name could mean 'a winner,' had already surrendered completely.

 

"Alright, you can come. I'd be worried about leaving you here alone anyway. But if I tell you to do something, you must obey, okay?" Samut nodded enthusiastically and cheered, 

 

"Okie dokie! You're the best!"

 

"Alright, we leave at 8 AM sharp. After the interview, l take you for grilled prawns," the older man tempted him with food. "Oh, and take an ATK test in the morning. If it's two lines, you're staying home. Got it?"

 

The bright face immediately drooped at the mention of two lines.

 

"Got it... But I don't think I'll test positive," he said, trying to reassure himself.

 

"Alright, go rest now... Actually, no, don't lie down right after eating. And that's enough ice cream for today. Too much and youll get a stomachache. Hand it over. I'll put it away for you."

 

Reluctantly, Samut handed over the ice cream, which he'd eaten about a quarter of. Wonchana took it to the freezer, with Samut trailing behind him.

 

"Did you bring everything you need, P'Win?"

 

"Yeah, but I might need to borrow an iron."

 

"I'll show you where it is... Oh, by the way, I washed your shirt and socks last night. They should be dry by now... Actually, let's iron the shirt now so you can wear it tomorrow."

 

The man who'd asked to borrow the iron raised an eyebrow. "Don't wear black tomorrow. It'll absorb too much heat. Save it for small trips instead."

 

"Alright," Samut agreed, then suddenly thought of something and raised an eyebrow challengingly. "But I don't have any purple shirts."

 

The man who liked wearing colours according to the day laughed heartily. "Then I'll take you shopping for all seven colours."