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Chapter 15 – “Fate on a Quiet Night

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The night air was softer now.

The aftertaste of laughter still lingered among the eight who had spent the entire evening together — friends who never expected to meet like this, yet somehow felt as if fate had patiently been guiding their steps all along.

Outside the university building, soft yellow streetlights flickered over the wet pavement. The air smelled faintly of jasmine from the nearby garden, and a low rumble of thunder rolled far in the distance.

Everyone knew it was time to part ways.

Keng yawned and stretched, glancing at his watch.

Well, midnight already. I better drop Namping before the rain starts again.”

Namping smiled, clutching a paper bag of leftover snacks. “Only if you promise not to blast that weird playlist of yours again.”

Keng gasped in mock offense. “Weird? That’s classic Thai funk! You just don’t understand the groove.

Their playful banter made the group laugh.

Tutor jingled his car keys. “Yim, come on. I’ll drive you home.

Yim blinked.

You sure? It’s out of your way.”

Tutor shrugged. “You sent your guards home, didn’t you? Bangkok isn’t kind to people walking alone at night.

Yim smiled faintly.

Fine, Mr. Responsible.”

Thomas stood quietly beside Kong, holding an umbrella that shielded them both from the faint drizzle.

Let’s go too. It’s getting late.”

Kong nodded softly. “Yes, Khun.”

His voice was low, polite, as always — but there was a flicker of something vulnerable in his eyes that made Thomas’s heart tighten.

And that left only Net and James standing near the gate.

The street was nearly empty now, the sounds of the city fading into the background hum of distant traffic.

James adjusted his shoulder bag. “I’ll grab a taxi. No need to bother anyone.

Net frowned, looking up at the dimly lit sky. “It’s past midnight. This street barely has taxis at this hour. And you live on the east side, right?”

Yeah. But I’ll manage,”

James said, pulling out his phone to book a ride. Before he could tap the screen, Net’s hand came up gently, pressing the phone down.

His touch was light but firm. “I’ll take you.”

James looked up, surprised. “You don’t have to —”

I want to.”

The way Net said it — calm, steady, no room for debate — made James’s protest dissolve before it reached his lips.

“…Fine,” he said finally, exhaling a small sigh.

But if you drive like an uncle, I’m walking home.”

Net smiled, eyes glinting with amusement.

Then let’s hope I’m not that old.”

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