"No?" Augustine echoed, his voice laced with disbelief.
His brows arched slightly as he stared up at Charles. "What exactly do you mean by no?" he asked, his tone both curious and wounded.
Charles sighed dramatically. "When I said no, I meant N…O. But if that's hard to grasp, let me say it in Spanish—¡No!" he snapped with playful defiance.
Augustine froze, stunned into silence.
Just moments ago, Charles had confessed his love—how could he reject him now?
The confusion in Augustine's eyes mirrored the storm brewing in his chest.
"Umm," Augustine purred, slowly rising from his kneeling position. "Do you mind if I ask why you're rejecting my proposal even though you love me?" he questioned softly.
Charles scoffed, rising from the chair without offering a reply, blatantly ignoring Augustine's question.
With hurried steps, Charles stormed toward the stairs, the weight of unspoken emotions heavy on his shoulders.
