Charles nervously nod his head.
Gasped!
Mrs. Donald gasped, her hand instinctively flying to her chest as she turned sharply toward her husband. "Honey, are… are you hearing the words of Charles?" she whispered, her voice trembling with restrained emotion.
Mr. Donald let out a deep sigh, his expression unreadable as he nodded slowly. "He told me outside a few minutes ago," he muttered, casting a brief glance at Charles. "But I… I refused to believe it."
Sigh!
Mrs. Donald bit her lower lip, sighing deeply as a small smile threatened to betray the frown she struggled to maintain.
She swallowed hard, then strolled over to her husband and stretched out her palm.
Leaning close, she purred softly into his ear, "You have to pay up… I won the bet."
Although Mrs. Donald tried to make her words barely audible, both Charles and Augustine caught them loud and clear.
"B-Bet?" Charles stuttered, eyebrows shooting up in disbelief.
