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[BL— Warning: Adult content 18+. Extreme Smut every 20 - 30 chapters]
"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

"The hell! You're so damn cheesy," Charles muttered, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red.

Augustine let out a soft chuckle, casually nodding.

"I'm only this cheesy when it's you," he whispered, leaning in to wink, and Charles swore his heart skipped a beat.

'I hate the effect Augustine has on me.' Charles mused, feeling his pulse quicken despite his best efforts to stay composed.

He drew in a sharp breath, silently willing his heart to behave.

With an exasperated sigh, Charles finally blurted, "I need to get changed," his voice deliberately clipped—desperate to shift the mood before he completely melted under Augustine's gaze.

"Umm… Why don't we eat first? You can get dressed after," Augustine coaxed gently, his fingers tracing idle circles on Charles's waist.

Seeing no harm in the suggestion, Charles shifted his gaze to the steaming porridge soup, grabbed his spoon, and dug in without protest.

CEO Augustine truly loves you.