"Non, tu ne comprends pas. Je fais de mon mieux et je ne vais pas vous laisser tout gâcher avec ces stratégies!" Charles argued on the phone in French, something you didn't understand.

He was on call with his manager while he drove, keeping a straight face but you could tell he was pissed. The entire conversation seemed to be about his strategies for the upcoming season.

After the call ended, the space between you two was silent and awkward. He looked at you lovingly. "Sorry, mon amour."