To Charles greatest surprise, Reginald slowly turned around and obediently closed his eyes, his teeth sinking into his lower lip in a barely concealed blush.
"Come on, Reginald!" Charles called out playfully, a hint of laughter in his voice. "You don't have to listen to Augustine's words, okay?"
Following Charles's words, he grabbed Augustine's hand and led him straight to the driver's side door.
With a swift motion, Charles pulled it open and turned to Augustine with a smirk. "Get inside, mister man," he purred—his tone teasing, yet laced with a seriousness that made Augustine's pulse stir.
Augustine sighed. "Can't we kiss now that my secretary is no longer watching us—"
"Babe! We just did something far more interesting than kissing, so don't be too greedy," Charles mumbled under his breath, his voice low but still loud enough for Reginald's ears to catch.
"Pftt," Reginald chuckled softly, his cheeks flushed a deep crimson.
