Augustine sped back to the mansion, the car skimming over the wet road.
As he parked in the garage, he was out of the car in a flash, rushing to open the door for Charles.
Charles stepped out, his soaked body glistening under the dim light.
Without a word, Augustine grabbed Charles hand, guiding him toward the mansion.
As they stepped inside the sitting room, Augustine sweep Charles up in his arms, lifting him effortlessly like a princess.
The intimacy of the moment sent a thrill through Charles as Augustine carried him toward the bedroom. "You need a hot bath, unless you might end up catching a cold," Augustine murmured, his voice soft but firm.
Charles nodded, a quiet agreement passing between them as they entered the warmth of the room.
Charles had already been feeling cold during the ride back, making him shiver despite himself.
"Thanks," Charles murmured under his breath as Augustine stood in front of the bed.
