Sitting on the couch, Charles cleared his throat and forced himself to not cover his eyes while cursing inwardly.
'This damned guy is just too dazzling.'
Wearing a white rolled-sleeved T-shirt with unbuttoned top buttons, exposing a well-defined muscular chest along with a series of abs, the man took a puff of cigar while slumping down on his seat covered by a layer of mist.
Though his face looked haggard and tired, the sharpness behind those eyes can't be hidden and it pierce through the layer of mist.
After a few seconds of Charles staring at him blankly, the man appearing on the virtual screen grinned.
"Uh, Charles? Did you want something?"
Charles flinched and covered his eyes.
"Can't you wear your clothes properly? Why are you showing off your skin so much?"
Charles really wanted to hit this guy.
He was the Duke, a person who stands above others and should keep a dignified appearance but he always dresses like a hoodlum.
