I know you…

Augustine studied Charles's face, searching for any sign that might give away the truth.

His gut told him something was wrong—something Charles wasn't saying.

"You are acting strange, Charles," Augustine uttered sincerely, his voice softer now.

Augustine doesn't like this feeling of uncertainty, of not knowing what was going on in Charles's mind.

Charles shook his head, a small, forced smile tugging at his lips as he shrugged. "I just want you to promise me," he insisted, his tone carrying a quiet urgency.

"Besides, I know you'll probably check my medical records behind my back, and I don't want that to happen," Charles stated firmly, his amber eyes darkening with frustration.

Augustine exhaled deeply as he studied Charles's expression. "And what if I don't keep my promise?" he asked while tilting his brows. "What are you going to do then?"

Charles exhaled sharply, adjusting his glasses as his teeth grazed his lower lip in thought.