Yala’s POV
Charles and I left the mansion with our hands intertwined. He still hasn't told me where we're going, and it made me more curious. So, I kept peppering him with questions, but the wretch wouldn’t answer me.
"So, are you going to tell me where we're going?" I asked once more, this time as we stopped in front of a garage next to the mansion.
Charles raised an eyebrow, and he smiled arrogantly.
"I thought you knew me well enough by now to know where we're going, darling."
I rolled my eyes, irritated that he was dragging out the suspense.
"Fine, Charles, you win. I don't know where we're going. Is that what you wanted to hear so badly? Now tell me where you're taking me because you didn't make me wear this outfit for nothing." I replied, throwing my hands up in defeat.
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