After posing at the turning point, Gaston started to walk away from Nongnapat. But because the attraction was too much, Nongnapat accidentally followed Gaston until he fell out of position. But only a few seconds later, she had to stop because the lights around the area were brightly lit at the same time!
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With her own two eyes, Nongnapat saw the man who was her first love holding hands with Limone Beauduen, her inspiration, intimately. They looked at each other, cleared their throats, smiled, and bowed their heads to thank the audience.
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"Yes... Welcome to Thailand, both of you, Ms. Limone and Mr. Emmanuel. Is this your first time here?"
The host started asking questions through the French interpreter provided.
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"Oh... no, I have been to Thailand before, about 10 years ago. At that time, I intended to study silk and now I have applied it to my designs. As for Emmanuelle, this is his first time."
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"I heard that you, Limone, didn't know that Emmanuelle Gaston would be appearing at this mall?"
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"Haha… Yes, it's all in the script that we rehearsed, except for the last set where Emmanuelle walked out with the heart-shaped hologram. That's where I didn't know before^^"
The two of them held hands tighter. Limone even kissed the back of the man's hand, which greatly puzzled Nongnapat.
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"So you like surprises, Gaston? We like them a lot too, not just you, Limone."
The female host turned to ask the half-breed young man half-jokingly, but what she got back was not an answer! He gave her a serious look and raised his eyebrows high, implying, "Don't meddle in my business!" without having to say it directly.
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This made the female host speechless. Her hands were shaking so much that the microphone almost fell to the floor. The situation didn't seem so good. Limon had to intervene.
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"Yes! That's right! Emmanuel always likes to do this. This time he came to Thailand, he intended to look at the department store business he invested in... But I think we should talk about the new collection that was on display today..."
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"Yes... yes... I think we should get to the point..."
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And the interview continued. Even though she felt a little sad that they were a couple, Nongnapat also received information and various methods of design to use. She recorded Limon's voice and took pictures of her into her phone's memory. Until the event was over, the slim figure returned to the small bedroom in her safe house, Bosga cam bermigo.
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That's right!... Her life didn't get any better than before. Nongnapat still had to go back to her life as a webcam designer. The only difference was her mental state, which was much better than before. She was physically tired, but not mentally tired. A small smile began to appear at the corner of her mouth. Lies down on the bed, checks everything on the phone
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"Tomorrow, we will write down your words in the lecture notebook again, so that it will be easy to open and read. If I write it down today, I won't be able to do it, I'm so tired…sigh!"
The beautiful figure lies down, the bed bounces up and down
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"But just looking at the pictures shouldn't be a problem! I finally got to meet you in person, let me look at your pictures before going to bed to relieve my longing. Where?… Where did you save them?"
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"Ah!"
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How could I not be surprised? The saved memory only has three pictures of you, Limone! The remaining hundreds are all pictures of Emmanuel Gaston! Nongnapat has recorded every move of him, starting from the moment he walked out from behind the scenes, going all the way to the shot of kissing Limone's backhand, even in the video clip during the interview. Because instead of Nongnapat capturing the image of her idol, her mobile phone camera slowly The panning focused on Gaston's clean-shaven face instead.
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"Wh... what the... n... n!!!"
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"What the... is going on with us? They're dating. Do you want to be the third wheel, Pat!? Crazy. It's just a dream. Go to sleep. Close your eyes!" She said to herself, turning off the light on the bedside table.
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....But she still put her phone with the photo of the man on her chest!...