Chapter 97 Chapter 97

Chapter 97 Chapter 97
Chapter 97

Tanakorn’s POV

Still on his back, he said to me, “You’ve lost so much weight, my little master.” He was right. During this period, I had completely lost myself because of everything happening.

“And who do you think is the cause of that?” I asked, slowly sliding down from his back. I wore a serious face, even though internally I was thrilled. I didn't want to make things too easy for him.

Out of the blue, he dropped to his knees.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked, finding it weird.

He lifted his head slowly, his eyes locked on mine. “Punish me… I failed to look after you and let you lose weight.” He immediately reached for my hands, pulling them up to cup his face calmly.

“Tanakorn…” When he called my name, my entire body responded to him, but I tried my best to hide it.

“What is it?” I asked, keeping my voice flat.

“I’m certain you don’t know how deeply I feel for you. But please, never leave me, okay? Punish me all you want… I won’t let anyone else have you.”

“Oh, shut up already,” I snapped, cutting him off. He went mute instantly. “Since you want a punishment, a punishment you shall get. But first, open the car door. I need to get in.” I commanded him, watching to see what he would do next. Would he actually follow through, or was it all an act?

He obeyed immediately, like a loyal dog to his master, and held the car door open for me.

“Open the passenger door. I don’t feel like driving, so you’re driving,” I ordered again.

Sitting in the car, I refused to pull my legs inside, giving him a pointed look. He gently lifted my legs into the vehicle, locked the door, and rushed around to the driver's side to get in.

“DRIVE!” I said, closing my eyes. But even with my lids shut, I could feel his heavy gaze on me. I snapped my eyes open and saw red. “What?”

“I just want to help you fasten your seatbelt for safety,” he murmured. I smiled briefly, then closed my eyes again.

But I could tell his eyes were still all over me. The fact that he never grew tired of looking at me amused me a lot. Most times I wondered what he meant when he said he would get dangerous just to have me. Was he actually capable of it, or was he just bluffing?

The ride to the dorm was smooth, even though I kept my eyes closed the entire time.

When we entered our room, I waited for him to lock the door. The moment the lock clicked, I pretended my legs were weak again. He immediately carried me over to my bed and began taking off my shoes.

“Do you want me to massage your feet?” he asked politely, his eyes scanning me. I knew that look all too well.

“Sure, do that.”

He sat on the bed with me, resting my legs across his lap. With his magical hands, he slowly caressed my toes one after the other before focusing his attention on massaging my feet. It felt incredibly good.

“Yes, right there…” I muttered.

“Do you want me to massage your entire body?”

I yanked my legs away from him immediately. “No, thank you. That’s enough for now.”

“Did I say something wrong, love?”

I rolled my eyes and relaxed back against the pillows. “Are you sure your mom wants to see me?” I changed the topic smoothly.

He smiled at me, and suddenly, my cheeks started burning up. Why did he have to have a cute smile that eased my world so effortlessly? I hated it. I wanted to maintain my strict act so I could stress him out a little longer.

“Would I lie to you?” he asked softly, pulling his phone from his pocket. “Or do you want me to call her right now so you can confirm it yourself?”

“Well, there's no need for that. I always believe you. I just didn’t know she would accept our kind of relationship.”

“She doesn’t have a choice.” Suddenly, his aura shifted. His tone grew sharper, dropping into a low, cold voice.

“What do you mean by that?”

“She just wants her son to be happy,” he replied, his tone turning friendly again. Still, his earlier response left me feeling a bit uneasy.

“Then say hi to her for me.”

“We can go see her tomorrow, you know. She has been wanting to meet you for a very long time, but I told her you were too busy and it wouldn't be—”

I kicked him lightly with my foot, cutting him off. “And who told you I was busy? Why conclude things without even asking me?” I sat up straight on the bed, genuinely annoyed now.

“You wanted us to be a secret.”

“A secret, yes, but not from your mom. You are so annoying.” I folded my arms and crossed my legs.

Suddenly, he leaned over me, hovering so close that his breath brushed my lips. My heart began to race.

“Let’s go see her tomorrow,” I added quickly.

He nodded with a smile and stole a quick kiss from me. It felt magical, but I stopped him halfway, even as his eyes continued to linger hungrily on my face. “What do you think you're doing?”

“About to eat.”

“Hell no. You won’t touch me until the holidays.”

He looked utterly disappointed.

“But if you can’t wait for me, we can just break up so you can find—”

“I will wait!!” he blurted out, raising his hands in the air like he was taking a sacred pledge to me.

“Good. Then we don't have a problem. Good night.” I lay back down on my bed.

“Won’t you freshen up?” he asked.

“I’m too lazy.”

“Then let me clean you up.” He rushed out of the room and returned a moment later with a bowl of warm water and a towel.

I lay there pretending not to care, but my heart was beating incredibly fast. He sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. Those dark, intense eyes spoke louder than any words ever could. They were full of love, hunger, and that scary possessiveness that always made me weak.

I tried to act normal, pretending I wasn’t affected at all. I turned my face away, but I could still feel his gaze burning into my skin. He dipped the towel in the warm water and began wiping my chest slowly. Every gentle stroke made my skin tingle. I bit my lip hard, trying not to show how much it was affecting me. I didn’t want him to know how turned on I was getting.

He kept looking at me. His eyes were saying everything—that I belonged to him, that he would take care of me, and that he couldn’t stay away even if I pushed him. I tried to stay strong, keeping my face blank. but my breathing was getting heavier. He noticed. A small smile touched his lips, but he didn’t say a word. He just continued cleaning me with slow, careful movements.

When he finished, he dried my skin softly with another towel. His eyes were still locked onto mine, full of quiet emotion. I looked away again, pretending to be annoyed, but my body felt warm all over.

Krit leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. His lips stayed there for a second longer than necessary.

“Good night, love,” he whispered.

I didn’t reply. I just closed my eyes, pretending to sleep while my heart kept racing. Even though I was still playing angry, I couldn’t deny how safe I felt whenever he was close like this.

One thing had me truly excited, though… I was going to see his mom tomorrow. I just hoped she would really like me, and he better not be lying about her accepting our kind of relationship.