Mark leaned back, trying to lighten the mood. "Fair enough. But tell me... am I your style? The kind of guy you like?"
Charles teased him with a small smile. "No."
"I don't believe that," Mark grinned.
"Why not?"
"Because I'm tall, handsome, and rich," Mark said with a wink. "I'm a whole package, Charles. I know I'm your type."
He leaned back slightly. "So be honest."
Charles laughed softly. "Maybe I'll tell you… after you let me eat my breakfast."
Mark smiled. "Fair enough. Go ahead."
Charles began to eat, a small smile lingering on his lips. "I never knew you talked this much. You're a much better version of your brother. Unlike him, you're actually friendly."
He let out a light chuckle.
"Honestly, someone like you shouldn't even be related to Matteo… he's just too scary."
Mark's face went cold instantly. The playful light in his eyes vanished. "Eat your food," he said shortly.
