Did you just say that you like me?

The cab ride was quiet, the soft hum of the engine blending with the distant sounds of the city.

Charles leaned against the cool glass of the window, watching the neon lights blur past as a faint smile played on his lips.

The streets bustled with life—couples strolling hand in hand, street vendors calling out to late-night customers, and cars weaving through traffic like fireflies in the dark.

'I hope Freda doesn't catch on to my lie,' he mused, his fingers lightly tapping against his thigh.

Minitues later, the cab driver pulled over at Charles's destination.

He stepped out of the car, paid the cab driver and then proceeded to be on his way.

As Charles opened the gate of Augustine's compound, his gaze immediately landed on Augustine, who stood beside the entrance door of his mansion building.