FATED TO BE YOURS

Chapter 8: The Unforunate Events

As Mon arrived home, Nop greeted her with a raised eyebrow, questioning her about the late hour. "Late night, huh? What kept you?" he asked playfully.

Mon sighed, a smile playing on her lips. "I helped someone along the way. I couldn't just leave her in that condition," she explained, her tone apologetic.

Nop chuckled, understanding in his eyes. "Always the compassionate one, aren't you? My kindest soon-to-be wife," he teased, earning a playful hit on the arm from Mon.

"Stop teasing me, Nop," she laughed, shaking her head. "I'm tired."

"Alright, alright. Tomorrow is the big race day, you know," Nop reminded her, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

Mon nodded, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Enjoy your last day of racing, because as soon as we're married, I'm selling that car of yours," she teased, a playful grin on her face.

Nop laughed, playfully rolling his eyes. "We'll see about that. Now, I better get some rest. Big day tomorrow," he said, preparing to bid her goodnight.

As Nop headed home, he turned back with a tender smile. "Sweet dreams, Mon. Even if we're not together physically, I'll always be there in your dreams to take care of you, remember that. I love you so much, my princess," he expressed with a heartfelt sincerity.

Mon stood there, a mix of confusion and warmth enveloping her. She watched as Nop continued on his way, leaving her puzzled about the unexpected sentiment he had shared. The words lingered in the air, and Mon couldn't help but replay them in her mind, searching for the deeper meaning behind Nop's sweet proclamation.

As the sun rose on a new day, Mon found herself back in the familiar surroundings of her office. With a fresh cup of coffee in hand, she settled into her desk, ready to tackle the challenges that lay ahead. The hum of productivity filled the air as she delved into her tasks, determined to make the most of the day ahead.

Meanwhile, Nop was gearing up for the race event he had been eagerly anticipating. With adrenaline coursing through his veins, he stood at the starting line, the roar of engines and the excitement of competition fueling his determination. With a final check of his gear, he revved his engine, ready to push himself to the limit on the track.

At the same time, Sam found herself immersed in the hustle and bustle of the office. With deadlines looming and projects to manage, she dove into her work with determination. The steady rhythm of typing and the buzz of conversation surrounded her as she navigated the challenges of the workday, focused on achieving her goals.

As Mon sat at her desk, her thoughts still consumed by the puzzling goodnight message from Nop the night before, Yha, her observant colleague, couldn't help but notice the furrowed brow and puzzled expression on Mon's face.

"Hey, Mon. Is everything okay?" Yha asked, her tone filled with concern.

Mon shook her head, a faint smile playing on her lips. "I'm not sure, Yha. Nop said something really strange last night when he wished me goodnight," she explained, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

As Mon discussed the puzzling message from Nop with Yha, their colleague Chin joined the conversation with a mischievous grin. "Maybe Nop's message means he's having second thoughts about the wedding. Better go check on him before he disappears!" he teased, earning a collective groan from their workmates.

"Chin, that's not funny," Yha chided, shooting him a playful glare.

Mon forced a smile, trying to brush off Chin's joke. "Our wedding will proceed as planned," she replied confidently, though a hint of anxiety lingered in her voice.