In the sala of Charles' suite...
Charles was pacing back and forth. He was not able to notice it but he actually spent almost an hour doing the same thing. He just can't figure something out. Frowning, he paced again.
Why do I always feel that Chastity is holding herself back from me? He thought. A while back, he can still remember her face when he was asking her was she was doing under the rain. Her face looked stern, enough to make his heart sad. She even refused to answer me. Am I really that hateful? Charles felt his heart ache. Slowly, he raised his hand and rubbed his heart. Then he let out a heavy sigh.
What he cannot understand is her refusal to answer him or to even speak to him whenever he's teasing her. Maybe, I am using the wrong method to win her back, he
