"Nah! Let's go home." Charles purred with a serious tone.
Augustine didn't argue to the words of Charles but instead Augustine simply turned on the engine, letting the quiet hum of the car speak for the storm raging inside him.
And with that, he drove down the road and towards his mansion compound.
When they finally pulled into the mansion's private garage, Augustine turned off the car engine and stepped out in one swift, purposeful motion.
He rounded the car, flinging open the door for Charles with a look that said more than words ever could.
Charles stepped out of the car, a soft smile playing on his lips.
Without a word, Augustine reached for Charles wrist, fingers curling around it with possessive ease.
With the other hand, Augustine held the bag of packaged meals Mrs. Donald had lovingly prepared. He led the way toward the sitting room door, the warmth of his touch silently igniting a blissful spark within Charles.
