Chapter 29
He rubbed his head. He also wanted to spare himself the pain of losing him. What would he do if he lost him? If he never came back? If all he became was a name engraved on a plaque.
The door opened, and Coulson came in warily. “Will you be requiring dinner, sir?”
Charles looked at him and shook his head. “I suppose you heard all that?”
Coulson looked uncomfortable. “Some, sir.”
“I apologise. Yet again.”
“No apology needed.”
Charles stood and shook himself. “I think I need to take a walk.”
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