Rule No. 1: Don’t be too emotional : Special 3

I worked my whole life Just to get right, just to be like

“Look at me, I’m never coming down”

I worked my whole life Just to get high, just to realize

Everything I need is on the Everything I need is on the ground

“Move” can mean to physically relocate something, but it has another meaning: to affect someone emotionally (to be “moved”).

For example: “I’m moved by that.” It means: “I am deeply touched by it” or “I feel a strong emotional connection to it.”

Jane Patrick’s POV

My name is Jane. Jane Patrick Terry Palakorn. I have a boyfriend named Jane. Jenalee Thanaphatphibun.

“What’s in this box?”

“Just clothes. I can’t even remember anymore. Why don’t you open it and see?” Jane answered me while busily packing other belongings.

He suddenly grabbed his head with both hands; it was clear he was losing his mind from the stress. I walked over and pulled him into a hug.

“Relax, babe. It’s going to be fine.”

“I’m stressed. My head is spinning, I’m dizzy, and I don’t even know what I’m picking up or putting down anymore.”

“Moving house is always like this.”

“It’s not just moving house. It’s moving countries!” my lover shouted, as if he’d been waiting for the moment to explode. He looked as excited as if he were already standing in JFK Airport, even though we were still standing in our old living room.

“I never thought I’d live anywhere other than Thailand.”

“How could you not think about it? Your boyfriend is American. And I told you ages ago that once you graduated, I’d invite you to live in America with me.”

” You said that in a past life,” he muttered under his breath.

But my ears were sharp enough to hear him. I stepped in front of him and crossed my arms, giving him a look he now understands means I’m displeased-though Jane usually calls it me “sulking.”

“Just because I said it in a ‘past life, ‘ you’ve already forgotten?”

“I haven’t forgotten,” he countered, his voice rising.

“But the point is… you said that before I even knew who you really were.” He meant before he knew my true nature and what I did for a living. But…

“So what?”

“So… I didn’t know if those words still held weight. And we’ve been living in Thailand for so long.” He stood there fidgeting, rambling on. I cut in firmly.

“They hold weight. Everything I’ve ever said regarding us is completely serious.”

“But so much crazy stuff happened between us after that.” I narrowed my eyes.” And?”

“Does that mean… since you asked me back then and still mean it now, that you’ve liked me since the very beginning?” I didn’t know whether to smile or what face to make. He was blushing as red as a cherry just saying it. I could have teased him for being conceited, but I didn’t. That’s not my style.

“I told you, it was love at first sight.” Being direct-the kind that makes the other person’s heart feel like it’s going to burst-is more my way of doing things.

“I was interested the moment our eyes met. I was impressed when I learned your perspective. I was charmed when you brought me that notebook. And after that… everything about you made me fall in love.”

“But it all happened because we looked into each other’s eyes.” “Jane, you’re cute.” “… ”

“I remember exactly what football kit you were wearing.” “… ”

“You’re cute from head to toe.”

“Enough, enough!” he interrupted, his voice trembling. He couldn’t handle listening to me anymore; he was cringing with embarrassment, but he looked many times happier than before. Jane isn’t a very confident person, especially when it comes to love. So, it’s my duty as his boyfriend to constantly remind him how adorable he is and how much I love him. And those two things will never change in my eyes.

“Everything will be okay. There are plenty of exciting things waiting for you in New York.”

“Agggh! I’m scared!” Jane covered his face with his hands.

“What is there to be scared of? You have me,” I said in a calm, steady voice-the kind Jane always tells me is emotionless and impossible to read.

“But I’m a scaredy-cat.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t let you get lost in the middle of New York.” The smaller man nodded and went back to packing boxes, separating the fragile items from the rest. He was covered in dust; I knew his allergies would make sleeping a nightmare tonight. I leaned against the doorframe, watching him silently, and said with a smile: “I might just drive you downtown and leave you there to find your own way back into the city. That would be quite fun.”

“HEY! P’Jane! You crazy person!” The agreement we reached was that we would relocate to New York, my hometown. This was because my father was starting to make a huge fuss, constantly complaining that he was too old and needed me to take over. He claimed his brothers were unreliable… and so on. Believe me, there was no way I was getting out of it. l always knew that one day I’d have to carry on Chuck Terry’s empire anyway. So, I’m starting my serious career at thirty-seven. Besides, I had to go back regardless. America is much larger and better suited for “doing favors” for people, both in terms of connections and the people themselves.

There are plenty of high-stakes individuals there who are ready to trade and take risks-far more than in Thailand. The things they ask of me are much more intriguing than the petty requests that usually annoy me. Because Jane’s writing can be done from anywhere, it wasn’t difficult for us to agree on the move. We plan to return to Thailand once a year for two or three months so Jane can visit his family and handle paperwork. Consequently, I haven’t sold the house and I’m still paying the servants’ salaries exactly as before. Firing them would be too cold-hearted.

While I’m not exactly a “kind” person, I haven’t forgotten that these people cared for my mother until the very end of her life. Many of them took turns raising me when I was a child. Since I have more than enough money to sustain them, there’s no reason to let them go. I may be a villain, but I’m not a mindless one.

That would make me a madman rather than a smart one. Power must be used at the right time, in the right place, in the right situation, and with the right person. If you use it recklessly, it causes more harm than good. The “magic” of the power you possess diminishes. As the saying goes: The more you abuse power, the faster you lose it.

And perhaps Jane and I will be back in Thailand more often than we think. I’m still running my own companies. I have a lot on my plate, but I’m good at management, so I don’t look overwhelmed.

“Can’t sleep?” I asked the person tossing and turning in the First Class seat. We were currently flying over an ocean somewhere. His restlessness was making it impossible for me to sleep, too, but I wasn’t annoyed-I was mostly worried. Jane just shook his head. I asked again.

“Is my private jet too cramped? Are you uncomfortable? I’ll choose a bigger one next time.”

“No, no! Don’t do that! Everything is perfect!” he cried out, terrified that I might actually buy another plane. Of course, I wouldn’t, but l knew how to get him to talk.

“Then what is it, Jane?”

“I’m just excited. Really, really excited.”

I reached over to hold his hand. Damn, his hand was as cold as if it had been in a freezer. To be honest, I was craving a cigarette so badly I was in a bit of a foul mood and couldn’t sleep either. Even though it’s a private jet, I would never risk smoking and causing a spark. Plus, it’s against aviation laws.

“P’Jane, why is your hand shaking? Don’t tell me you’re excited too?” He looked genuinely worried about me; this was a first for a man like me. I shrugged with a small smirk.

“I’m just having a nicotine fit.”

“Hang in there,” he said, switching roles to encourage me instead.” The plane lands in a few hours.” Those “few hours” meant nine more hours. I squeezed his hand tight.

“Don’t worry, Jane. I’ll be with you the whole time. America might seem like a city of sin, but it has plenty of good things.”

“The best thing in America is you.” “… ”

“Without you, I wouldn’t come to America no matter how good it was.” The smaller man said this, pulled his hand away from mine, and turned his back to me, pulling the blanket over his head. I smiled, knowing how shy he felt saying that. I moved in to pull him into a hug.

“Ow! What is it now, P’Jane? It’s cramped! I can’t breathe!”

“Thank you for coming with me.”

“Let’s be together from now until forever, Little Jane of Big Jane.”

“Mhm… obviously,” he mumbled from under. the blanket.

“If you ever ditch me in America, I’ll hunt you down until I die. I swear on my honor as a Cub Scout!”

I could only laugh loudly at that adorable threat.