In a rage, Charles set his phone on the kitchen island table as he averted his gaze over to the meal.
Seconds later, a notification sounded from his phone, but Charles ignored it and focused on his meal—he was starving after last night's events.
'I shouldn't have disturbed Augustine while he was working,' he scolded himself after finishing his meal.
Maybe if he didn't interrupt Augustine, things wouldn't feel this complicated now.
Charles washed his hands in the kitchen sink… under the cool stream of water, shaking off the droplets before drying them on a towel.
Without a second thought, he made his way to the bedroom, his steps slow and deliberate.
Upon entering, he shut the door behind him, twisting the lock with a soft click.
'Besides, if I don't lock this door properly, Augustine wouldn't hesitate to barge in unannounced,' Charles mused, rolling his eyes as a loud hiss escaped his lips.
