Emma goes out of the car and walks towards the gate. He is still in the car. Unknowingly his heart is in pain when he remembers that Emma goes away within 18 days and he realizes that she didn't have any feelings like he felt whenever he is seeing her.
He thinks, "Whatever the things happening between us should not happen. I should not talk to her. I should stay away from her."
He starts his car and sees she is at the gate walking to and fro.
When Emma sees his car is coming, she stops the car.
Though his mind is warning him to not stop the car, he stops the car and opens the window and raises his eyebrows as if he is asking "what?"
"Khun! I don't know the password of your gate."
"Oh! Where are those weird names? When you need help you become very polite. Huh?"
"Khun! I am a very good person by nature. I excuse people quickly."
"What a cover-up of words?"
"Khun! Say the password quickly. Today the weather is so hot. I have to get into the cab quickly. If not I will faint. I really have never been in hot weather."
"It is 0206X0062"
"Thank you ."
Emma types the password. The gate opens. Emma and Singto go away in different directions.
He switched the radio button to hear the news. He hears cabs are on strike because petrol's price hiked suddenly. When he remembers that Emma can't stand in this weather conditions, he turns his car towards her. He stops the car when he has seen her from a distance. He is thinking of how he had to ask her to sit in his car. He sees Emma's body is wobbling and that anytime she can collapse. He rushed to her and caught Emma before she fell to the ground.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Do I look okay?", she said.
Singto says with a concerned tone, "Come! Today the cabs are on strike."
Emma sits in the car. Singto drives towards Airport. After sitting in the car she starts unbuttoning her shirt's first 3 buttons and starts fanning her body using her hand.
His mind is in the gutter. He gulps and stretches his trousers, not to show his rising piston. He is feeling so hot and just wants to give a hickey on her nape while playing with her pink buds(nipples).
Emma says "Khun"
He immediately snaps out and raises AC in his car and asks, "Can you button up your shirt?"
"Khun, don't you see my shirt is full of sweat? In New York, we live in -4 degrees and a maximum of 18 degrees, rarely 28 degrees. Do you have any objection if I remove my shirt until the sweat dries? I am still wearing a sleeveless T-shirt under my shirt"
His heart skips for a nanosecond as he remembers Emma's alluring pink buds, smooth skin, and the beautiful navel, the sensation he felt when her hot chest touched his bareback. And the healthy thighs which are asking him to touch it.
When he didn't answer her, she repeated again, "Khun, can I take off my shirt?"
He unconsciously asks, "What?"
"Khun, I am really fed up with your what. I am taking my shirt off. I can't be in sweat."
He shouts " No... no... no... wait." With a great effort, he says, "I will raise the AC to the maximum. Don't open your shirt."
She stops removing her shirt and says, "Thank you. I am still shocked that you care about me no... no... others."
She turns to the other side and curses herself for what she said and thinks, "Does Mr. Arrogant care about me?
As Singto raised the Ac, the cool breeze started. It made Emma's sweat go away slowly. Emma stops removing her shirt.
She says, "Thank you. I am still shocked that you care about me no... no... others."
Singto doesn't answer as he didn't want any distraction while driving the car.
When there is no response from Singto, She turns to the other side and curses herself in her mind, 'Does Mr. Arrogant care about me? My foot! For one second I thought he had some good qualities like his mother. But no, he is the same old arrogant fellow.'
While Emma is cursing Singto in her mind. Singto wants to clarify that he is not a bad person. So, he says, "I didn't have your phone number to inform you that the cabs are on strike. As I have some work near the airport and you're my Mae's guest, I am helping you. My Mae taught me that I should respect a guest."