But Charles suddenly did the unexpected as he launched his head forward, striking the face of Augustus with his forehead.
"Ouch!" Augustine winced in pain, gently caressing his forehead as a frown became plastered on his face.
He stumbled back a little, glaring at Charles with a cold gaze. "What was that for?" He inquired while rubbing his forehead, trying to make the pain go away.
Charles smirked, ignoring the question of Augustine as he decided to change the conversation topic. "Am I going to start living here?" Charles questioned Augustine.
He briefly nods his head. "Yes, you are." Augustine solemnly replied with a warm voice. "Also, we are expected to pay a visit to my parents today at dinner time," Augustine added, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Charles found himself nodding his head as a hint of hope flickered in his eyes, daring him to make a request. "Can...can you give me back my cleaning job?" he asked, his voice tentative but hopeful.
Charles had asked for his cleaning job back because, despite trying his best, he'd been unsuccessful in securing a new job during the previous day.
Adding to his distress, he'd foolishly spent all the money that Augustine had given him, which left him without a penny.
Nonchalantly, Augustine strode over to the dressing mirror, taking his seat in front of the mirror. "I need to get…"
He paused his phrase halfway, contemplating if he should head over to his place of work today or if it was best that he rest at his mansion for the entire day.
Augustine took a deep breath before retrieving a comb from the dressing table, which was conveniently attached to the dressing mirror.
"Why don't you go home and gather all your belongings?" he suggested, his voice even and controlled. "You may resume your cleaning duties today, but ensure that you return to this mansion by 5 PM. Understood?"
His words were like a command that needed to be followed with immediate effect.
Charles sneered, rolling his eyes as he gently slid out of the bed with the duvet wrapped around his waist.
"I'll be back by five," he vowed, quickly locating his trousers on the bed and reaching for his glasses above the bedside table, swiftly wearing it.
Moving awkwardly, as if unsure of his place in the situation, Charles made a hasty exit from the bedroom.
Shutting the door behind him, he hissed in annoyance. "He couldn't even offer me something to wear," Charles grumbled out loud while fuming in anger.
The bedroom door opened with a barely perceptible creak, revealing Augustine on the threshold. His voice sharp as he snapped at Charles: "Stop judging me."
As Augustine spoke, he hurled a black pair of trousers in Charles' direction. The fabric hit Charles with a dull thud, the weight of Augustine's words as heavy as the garment itself.
"Also, do whatever you want with the duvet," he snapped, his gaze frosty. "Either take it with you or throw it away. Just make sure it's not here when I return." He added before shutting the door behind him.
Seconds ago, Augustine had retrieved a pair of black trousers from his expansive wardrobe, hastily shoving a few essentials into the pockets before storming towards the bedroom door.
Just as he was about to make his exit, Charles' angry retorts pierced through the door.
Augustine froze, his hand on the doorknob, and the words of Charles echoed in his ear.
He'd heard Charles, of course, but he would be damned if he acknowledged them.
Presently, Charles bit his upper lips, as he began to dressed himself in the oversized trousers, hastily pulling them up to cover his modesty, his fingers curled tightly around the excess fabric, ensuring the garment didn't slip down his waist.
He placed the duvet in front of the bedroom door, holding onto his crumpled trousers from the previous day as if they were a lifeline.
Charles descended the stairs with heavy steps before stepping out of the mansion building, as he hailed a cab.
Getting seated inside the cab, he informed the cab driver of his house address.
"Geez! My backpack!" Charles exclaimed.
His words immediately made the cab driver avert his gaze towards Charles. "Would you like me to take you back?" He inquired because he believed that his passenger would want that.
Charles nervously gulped his saliva. 'Where am I going to get money to pay for the ride?' He inwardly questioned himself.
*Beep… beep!*
The ringing tone of a cell phone began to echo inside the car, and at first, Charles thought it was coming from the driver, but a second later he noticed that something was vibrating inside his trouser pocket.
With a quick and desperate motion, Charles dug his hand into the trouser pocket and pulled out his… phone.
He swiped to answer the call, pressing the phone to his ear.
"Hey there, it's me, Augustine. Just wanted to let you know that I slipped some extra cash into your pocket. Use it to treat yourself to a nice breakfast this morning. Consider it my way of saying that I care about you and want you to have a good day." Augustine uttered through the other end of the call and before Charles could say anything, the call absurdly came to an end.
Charles put his hand inside the trousers and he saw a thousand dollar bill.
'Woah,' he purred within himself, his lips curving into a smile. 'Why would he do this? The cold and aloof CEO being considerate towards me?' Charles' mind raced, his heart daring to entertain a possibility too good to be true. 'Could it be that he... truly cares for me?' he whispered, a frown on disgust plastered on his face.
Charles rolled his eyes, raking his fingers through his hair in agitation. 'Why did I find it so difficult to take my eyes off from him when we were in the bedroom?' he questioned, his frustration mounting. 'Am I... am I developing feelings for him?'
Charles' frown deepened, his lips curling into a sneer of anger. 'Is it because he is handsom…'
"Hell No!" He shouted, prompting the cab driver to jump up from his seat in fright.
Charles slowly bowed his head towards the driver, an apologist smile attached to his lips.
The driver returned the smile of Charles as he once more focused his gaze on the road.
'Exhaling!'
Charles exhaled, pushing his glasses closer to his eyes.
Desperately clinging to a logical explanation, Charles blurted out in his head, 'I couldn't look away because I didn't have my glasses on. That's the only reason.' He said to himself, clouding his thought with what he believed to be true.