Take responsibility

Part 16

Arthit was carried downstairs by Kongpob. When he was in the car, he looked back at the direction of the hospital.

"Wait for Rome, he lives with me, just takes him back together."

"I think he maybe come back to university with his student!" Kongpob said and helped Arthit to fasten his seat belt carefully.

"Sit well, don't move around. If you feel uncomfortable, tell me at the first moment. Whether the speed is fast or slow, you can also voice it out. Your comfort is the utmost important, understand?"

Arthit nodded absently and looked at the hospital entrance.

As a result, he saw Rome coming out. A boy threw him a helmet and they got on a motorcycle together. They were even faster than them.

Kongpob also started the car and left.

Arthit looked at the unfamiliar street scene and shouted, "Stop, stop!"

"What's wrong?" Kongpob slowed down the speed of the car.

"This is not the way back to my house!" Arthit pointed to a road not far behind him. "You should turn from there."

"Who says we're going back to your house, I'm going to take you back to my house." Kongpob kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead and drove with great concentration.

Arthit was no longer happy. He snapped, "Who's going to your house? Stop the car!"

Kongpob helplessly said, "Arthit, can you stop making trouble? Both of us already have a child together. Isn't it natural for me to take you home and take care of you? Can you stop hiding from me? Don't be so guarded against me. I'll be sad and hurt if you are so hostile to me."

Arthit's heart went soft, but after giving it some thought, he felt that it was not safe. He insisted on his own opinion and said, "No, I can't go to your house. Either you send me back to my house or you let me get down from the car. Anyway, I will not go to your house, I can't get used to living in another place, I can't sleep when I'm not used to the place, if I can't sleep, my spirit will be bad. If my spirit is bad, my appetite will be bad. If my appetite is bad, my health will be bad. With such a vicious cycle, one day I will drop dead. If you really want the best for me, then send me back home."

Listening to Arthit's twisted and forceful words, Kongpob was not angry but he wanted to laugh. He thought for a moment. After all, he still needed a certain process to take the little thing home. It was not good to be too urgent, in fact, it would be counterproductive.

"Then all right, I'll take you home." Kongpob turned the steering wheel and the car around and headed for the right road.

Arthit sat at the back seat, his hand subconsciously covered his abdomen, but his mind was running at a high speed. He promised Kongpob to let him send him home but he did not consent to leting him enter his home ah. What if he doesn't go? No, he must shut Bastard Kongpob out of the door quickly, so as not to really invite the lion into the house.

If Kongpob knew that Arthit was plotting him in his mind now, he would wish to press him down for another 300 rounds of battle.

There was nothing to say along the way.

They soon arrived at Arthit's neighborhood.

Kongpob considerately parked the car in the nearest location, then stopped the car. He went around the back seat to unbuckle Arthit's seat belt and helped him down.

When going up the stairs, he also carefully stood on one side for fear of him falling. He looked like a super-expectant nanny dad.

Arthit's eyeballs kept turning around and Kongpob took a quiet look at the changes in his expression.