"H-huh?"
"You heard me right, Charles Donald," Augustine murmured, his voice laced with certainty.
He took a slow step forward, closing the distance between them until their breaths mingled in the space between.
His gaze was locked onto Charles's, unwavering and intense, as he lowered his face ever so slightly.
Now, barely inches apart, Augustine whispered softly. ."I think I have fallen in love with you…"
Quickly, Charles use his hand to cover the mouth of Augustine, stopping him from completing his sentence.
"I… we need to talk," Charles stated with urgency as he grabbed Augustine's wrist, and pulled him inside the VIP room, slamming the door behind.
The VIP room manager froze, eyes widening in shock as she stared at the locked door.
Meanwhile, as Charles yanked Augustine into the room, he forcefully shoved him onto the couch.