“WHAT ARE you waiting for?” Charles asked as he tilted his head, waiting for August to speak since it was almost a few seconds since he just stared at the wall. "If you want to say something, speak."

He was opening and closing his lips like he wanted to ask for something but couldn’t find the courage to ask. Charles clicked his tongue and snapped his fingers in front of him, causing August’s gaze to go back to him.

Even though he doesn’t show it, Charles was worried about his son. He could have said something that terrified him.

“H-How about my underwear?”

But it looked like it wasn’t the case.

Charles only shook his head as he massaged the bridge of his nose to calm himself down. However, he couldn’t help but chuckle at the same time because he never thought that his son had this kind of side.

His question may sound ridiculous, but for Charles, someone holding his underwear would be the most embarrassing moment of his life.

“You’re shy, aren’t you?” the old man asked as he cares