Chapter Two Hundred Twenty Nine

Hans entered Warren's apartment door passcode. However, he felt unsure about entering the apartment. All day, he thought about what the man wanted to say. And even though his lover had said that it was a good thing, he still felt so nervous.

After one deep breath, he opened the door and walked in. He took off his shoes in the foyer and stepped into the living room. But his steps stopped when he saw the figure of Warren, who was standing with his back to him looking out the window.

He looked at the big and sturdy back of his lover. "Warren…"

The man then turned around. In his hand, he was holding a glass of wine. Warren smiled faintly. He walked over to him, and when he passed the coffee table, he put down the wine glass he was carrying.

"Hi…"

"H-hi..." Hans said nervously. "This… What's wrong? I thought you just wanted to talk."