Aubrey scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Why are you acting all pissed off, like I've committed some kind of crime?" she asked, her tone laced with arrogance.
Aubrey didn't quite grasp what Augustine was trying to convey, but she was convinced his irritation was simply because she liked him.
Either way, Aubrey didn't care a bit.
Augustine sighed, lowering his raised finger to his side as he clenched his fist, trying to steady his emotions.
If there was one thing he despised, it was losing control of his temper—especially in front of a woman.
"Why are you here, Aubrey?" Augustine asked, his voice calmer now, though laced with restraint, before pulling in a long, deep breath.
Aubrey sneered, rolling her eyes with blatant disregard. "What did your parents say to you last night when you visited them?" she asked, completely ignoring Augustine's question.
Slowly, Augustine turned around, his gaze softening as it met Charles'.
