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"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

Slowly, Charles's fingers curled around the edge of Augustine's boxer briefs, his touch featherlight yet deliberate.

His lips remained pressed against Augustine's ear, each exhale sending a wave of warmth down Augustine's spine.

The heat of Charles's breath, made Augustine's body tense.

His grip on the bedsheet tightened, his knuckles turning white as he bit down on his lower lip, struggling to suppress the shiver threatening to escape.

Charles lifted the band of Augustine's boxer briefs, slipping just his index finger beneath the fabric, his touch agonizingly slow.

His lips hovered near Augustine's ear as he whispered, "You want me to touch you, right?"

His voice was low, almost teasing.

Augustine, breath hitching, nodded without a second thought—his movements instinctive, almost submissive, as if surrendering to an unspoken command.

Keep an eye on him.