Charles's gaze was directed to the horizon and it seemed that his mind was now somewhere far from his physical existence. However, the movement of his hand to reach for the small antique teapot to fill the cup showed his presence in reality. No matter how much the liquid looked like tea, there was actually strong alcohol in the teapot and only the smell gave away the boy's secret that he had been drinking since the very morning.

Charles and you were sitting on the back porch where no one could find the two of you, even though everyone in the country house was still asleep at this early hour. At this moment, nothing can disturb the peace between the two lovers.

Looking at you for a moment, Charles just silently admired every inch of your face as if you were a work of art and it was possible to say without a mistake that he was intoxicated not only by alcohol but also by your beauty, "Stay with me a little longer. Maybe just forever."