CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
LAMON’S POV
My morning was more than f****d-up especially after the small tantrum Tawan threw. First he showed with that f*****g douchebag in my house like it was nothing and then he had the audacity to actually complain about feelings. From the get-go, I’d said there would be no feelings attached. The only part of my day that was better was this moment right now. Something about Anurak looking this nervous and settled drove a warmth in me. We were currently sitting in one of the most lavish rooftop restaurants in Bangkok, waiting for his parents. Ugh. his parents. The inside of my stomach churned with bitterness. Maybe my hate for their son was a little less because he was clearly very much innocent. The only reason I’d actually wanted to give him back his credentials t
