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Warning… Matured content!!

"You," Augustine began, his voice firm and direct. "I'm making you an offer: we get married, immediately. This isn't a request, it's a demand." Augustine's uttered with a piercing gaze. 
Charles scoffed. “What type of bullshit is that?” He fired back. 

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Augustine Wales is a cold CEO who is known as the most successful and influential business man in Country H. 

His name alone commanded respect, his steely gaze and cold demeanor strike fear into even the most hardened of hearts. He was a man of few words, each syllable weighted with the power of his position. 

On the eve of Augustine Wales 29th birthday, he received an unexpected call from his family, their demands clear and uncompromising: find a spouse, or forfeit your stake in the family's vast wealth and influence. 

In that very moment after receiving the phone call, the gaze of Augustine fell upon a young man named Charles Donald and without thinking twice, Augustine immediately made a proposal to Charles, but was met with a swift rejection. 

Augustine's proposal was rooted in desperation but little did he know that fate was drawing him toward a future he never could have predicted.

"What will happen when Augustine Wales, the powerful CEO, finds himself unexpectedly falling for Charles Donald, a humble cleaner in his office?"
"When Charles' deadly secrets rise to the surface, will their fragile bond shatter, or will their love prove strong enough to weather the storm?"

Sweeping Him Off His Feet

As the bandages around Charles's stomach and chest came into view, Augustine gasped in shock, holding his breath for a full minute.

He hadn't expected Charles to be this badly injured.

Deep down, he had intended to tease and seduce Charles, but now, seeing the extent of his wounds, guilt gnawed at him instead.

Augustine felt devastated, confused, and angry at himself. "I… I didn't mean to," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Slowly, he lifted his right hand, hesitating before gently placing it over Charles's bandaged chest.

His fingers trembled as he swallowed hard. "Does it hurt?" he mumbled, his voice laced with guilt.

Charles smirked, nodding slightly. "It hurts just a little," he admitted sincerely.

Then, tilting his head, he added, "By the way, can I see your bandage beneath your hospital gown?"

Pinky promise.